Maybe he knows, and maybe he doesn't. Maybe she's just going along with whatever he created before the games, or maybe she's not just pretending. But when she
leans in to kiss him, to press her chapped lips against his, he really only cares about how soft her skin is. Peeta doesn't even notice the pain in his leg, doesn't mind the
imminent threat of death looming over their heads, he just cares about her, cares about her smile and her laugh and her life. He wonders if this is what his parents felt
when they were younger, or maybe it only happens to people who have no other choice than to turn to one another. Later, he hardly takes any notice as she slips out of
the small, dank cave and into the night, hardly shifts in his sleep. His eyelids flutter with the dream of her hand in his, the feel of her laugh against his neck. Maybe it's
his imagination, or maybe even a hopeless fantasy, but he has no other explanation for the way she makes his heart pound in his chest.
Please R&R! ;)