He kisses me back. I hold his neck. He breaks apart. "Katniss, I'm sorry," He says me. I look in his eyes. "Why are you sorry Peeta? I kissed you." I say. He thinks about it for a second. "You did." he says with a smile on his face. "So what does it mean?" I ask him. I never been like this before, mushy and feeling butterflies in my stomach. He smiles. "I think, this means we are together." he says. I smile. We are together. And for real this time. No cameras. No one to tell me what to do, how to do it. A real kisses me again. We walk hand and hand ot the woods. I get dirty looks by some girls. They have no idea what I can do to them. Plus I have my bow with me. The either don't notice who I am or they are very very brave souls. We go in his house. We sit in the kitchen. He looks at me for a second. "I be right back," he says. He goes upstairs and comes back down with a sketch pad. He tells me to sit on the couch. I do and he starts to sketch. I sit still, turning my head for him when he tells me too. He does this for a while, before he wants colors. He runs upstairs and I explore his living room. I run across his pictures. It's of his family. I smile. He must miss them. Then I see a picture I never seen before. Me and him, kissing. I look so happy. So not like me. But for some reason, it brings a smile to my face.

The next days are fun. Me and Peeta slowly grow back together. I even get nicer and invite Haymitch, and Greasy-Sae over for dinner. Peeta backs the bread and desert. I try my best to cook stew, it's actually taste ok. Peeta comes over my shoulder. "Hey, no peeking." I say putting the top over the stew, even though he knows what it is. He kisses my cheek. "It smells amazing." He says. I roll my eyes. "Peeta, its just things I dumped into a post of water." I say. He laughs. "Well, you put things in water very well." He goes back to baking. I laugh. Haymitch burst right through the door. "Your cooking sweetheart?" he ask. I nod. "What did Peeta do to make you do that? Choke you again?" He's drunk. I stop what I'm doing so does Peeta, how dare he? I was in such a good mood, and Haymitch just ruined it. A single tear runs down Peeta's face. "Get out." I whisper to Haymitch. "What?!" he yells. "Damnit Haymitch, get the hell out!" I yell. Even in his drunk state, he knows what he did. "Have a good night." he says. He wobbles out the door with a slam. I come over to Peeta. I hug him. "Peeta, it's not your fault." Tears flow from his eyes, and I start to cry. "I'm so sorry." he says over and over again. "Peeta, it's not your fault." I keep saying. Tears start to leak from my eyes. I don't let him go.

Haymitch apologizes to Peeta the next day. I still just scowl at him for making him cry. I never seen so much pain in his eyes. I try to picture it out my mind. The next day, Peeta invites me into his house. We go all the way upstairs . Its more of an attic space. I walk in. The artwork everywhere, the paints and pastels. The skylight is beautiful. The window is large and brings in so much light. Prim used to spend so much time upstairs, now I know why. I don't go up there. It was Prims room. I smile at the paintings. They are detailed and beautiful. "You like it?" he ask. "Yes, it's very pretty." I say. He gives a warm smile. He sits down and I sit across from him. He picks up a paint brush and starts to paint. He looks at m for a while, and I now know what he's painting. Me. I try to be still for him. He smiles as he looks at his canvas. I wonder how it looks. It takes an hour, but he's finally done and let's me see. I look and I see me. I see someone pretty. He has painted hints of flames, and fire. But not enough to make me break into tears from the pain of being called the girl on fire. But so little to just make my face glow. "It's wonderful." I simply say. He smiles. "You're wonderful." He says. He kisses my nose and I blush. I don't want to leave his strong arms. He kisses my hand. "Let's go on a picnic." he says. I smile. "Okay."

We prepare for the picnic. Getting and cooking food at Peeta's house. We're going to have it in the meadow. It has grown back, and the spring air is warm. We walk there, hand and hand. Peeta squeezes it once in a while. I smile. We arrive and we eat and lay in the sun. It's just like the roof of the training center, except, we won't be worrying if we're going to be killed in a couple hours. I lay in Peeta's lap, while he plays with something on the ground. "What are you playing with?" I ask him. He lifts it up so I can see it. "A dandelion." I whisper. He smiles, and tucks it behind my ear. "You look beautiful." he says. I sit up and kiss him. He breaks up. "I need to ask you something Katniss," he says. "What is it?" I ask. "Will you marry me?"