I could hear the birds singing their morning song outside the window, could feel the breeze coming in and ghosting over our bodies. When I opened my eyes I could see the first light of morning creeping in to our room. Peeta lay sound asleep beside me. I loved moments like this. When I could look at him and see him without the look of worry or concern which was commonly spread across his face. Sleeping Peeta looked at peace, like he had no troubles in the world. I wished more than anything that it was true, that Peeta didn't have to live with the memories or suffer through the pain of all he had been through. I often felt guilty about it but he assured me that he wouldn't change a thing and that every thing that had ever happened had brought us to where we were now. As if it was some magical place, please. Peeta was sometimes annoyingly optimistic. I both hated it and loved it. I reached my hand towards Peeta and brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face. He really was beautiful. He began to sirt under my touch and a smile crossed his lips.

"Good morning beautiful," he whispered.

"Good morning," I said.

Peeta opened his eyes and scooted closer to me. I closed the gap and leaned in to press my lips to his. The kisses we shared in the morning were always intense. As if we had locked away all of our passion overnight and now had to release it. Peeta's hand found my thigh and he pulled it over his hip, a bold move for him. Usually Peeta let me dictate how these things went but I thoroughly enjoyed it when he felt the courage to take control. The hunger I sometimes felt when we were together like this seemed to revel in a dominant Peeta. After so many years of taking the lead and taking care of everyone else it was nice to feel like the roles were reversed. I ran my hands up his chest feeling the muscles that had now returned. Peeta broke away so we could catch our breath but continued to kiss my neck and collarbone. I couldn't help but let out a small moan as his kisses got closer and closer to the neckline of my tank top. My reaction seemed to spur him on and suddenly his hands were creeping out, starting to explore my body. His hands went from my thigh to my backside where he stopped to squeeze it gently, eliciting another moan from me. When he pushes his hands under my shirt and brings his hands to my breast I freeze. This is new territory for us and I'm not sure that I'm ready for what this is heading towards. Peeta pulls his hand away quickly and looks away as if he's ashamed that he pushed things that far.

"I'm sorry Katniss, I don't know what I was thinking," he says quietly. I place my hand under his chin and force him to look at me.

"Don't be sorry Peeta. I was just taken by surprise. I wasn't expecing you to -"

"Push it that far?" he interrupts, "And I shouldn't have. I shouldn't push you like this and I know it...I just find it hard to control my actions when I'm so close to you. I love you...but sometimes I forget that it isn't the same for you. This doesn't mean the same thing to you" he said sadly.

"That isn't true. Peeta I don-" he cut me off again and kissed my forehead.

"Lets go downstairs and make some breakfast shall we? I'll make you some cheese buns" and with that Peeta climbed out of bed and walked out the door leaving me with a million conflicting feelings.