"You are so beautiful Katniss Joy." His lips connect with any part of my skin they can reach. My breathing is coming out in ragged gasps. "You make me crazy." his fingers outline my lips and nose. "And I love you, my beautiful wife." His lips connect to my lips this time.

"I love you, too." I gasp. He starts trailing kisses lower and lower on my naked body.

And lower…and lower…

I gasp and fly up in bed. I'm wet, and it's not in sweat.

I have never had a dream like that, ever, not once in my entire life. Johanna, Prim and I are sharing Prim's king sized bed and I'm in the middle.

"What's wrong?" Prim whispers through the darkness.

"Only shit," I whisper. Johanna sits up.

"What's the matter?" she flicks on the light.

"I-I-I-"

"Realized that Finnick is right and that you do love Peeta?" Prim asks.

"You just had a dream of the two of you having sex, didn't you?" she asks.

"No." I lie.

"Your eyes are dark gray, your sweating all over the place and your nipples are straining in your shirt." She points out.

Prim reaches over and flicks on the light on her bedside table. "Your horny as fuck right now." She snickers and Johanna joins in. Then they're laughing so loud that I hear a door shut down the hall. Finn walks into the room with his hair all over the place.

"Shut the fuck-shit Kitty, did you have a wet dream?"

Then he starts laughing too. I moan loudly, embarrassed. "And I'm guessing you realized I'm right. That you do-"

"Why are you guys awake at four in the morning?" Peeta asks. He's in sweat pants with no shirt on, and I look away from him because he looks so fucking sexy that I really just want to take his clothes-stop thinking like that!

"Katniss had a dream." Prim says.

The three of them start laughing again. "I'm going hunting." I throw the covers off of me.

"Now? At four in the morning?" Peeta asks.

"Yes." I reply. I get my hunting jacket and boots, a long sleeve shirt and jeans and socks and walk off to the hall and into the bathroom. I slam the door on accident.

…..a…..

I have never masturbated before in my entire life and that dream drove me so crazy that I did when I took a shower.

I can't concentrate on anything. I walk through the forest to the lake and sit down on a rock. I learnt to swim here. I used to jump off this rock into the lake. I pull out an arrow and jab at the ice.

It's late, probably three in the afternoon. My knees are pulled up against my chest and my right arm is around my legs. My left hand has the arrow. A stick cracks behind me and I whip around, bow loaded. Dad puts his hands up and I lower my arrow to the ground. "I was planning on pretending I didn't know what happened this morning…but Finnick told Me." he sits down next to me and watches me poke at the ice.

"That doesn't surprise me." I whisper. The ice cracks all the way across and the water beneath breaks free.

"I know since I'm your father I'm supposed to be against you being with any boy…but Peeta is nice. I want you to marry him."

"I'm never getting married." I whisper.

"Katniss you can't let what happened with Cato rule your life." he says.

"Well…" I don't say anything. I hear a rustle of leaves to my left and we both look up. I see a deer about a hundred yards from here and I shoot it down. Dad says nothing for a while.

"Peeta's a great guy. I think you need to stop hiding. You're in love with him. I know you don't think so, but I can see it. You look at him the same way your mother looks at me."

I remain silent.

"And he looks at you the way I look at her."

"He doesn't." I shake my head.

"He does." he says. "He's having an internal conflict. I can see it. It's like he doesn't know what to do. He's a great guy, Katniss. You love him. Just think about it." He gets up, gathers the deer and disappears into the trees.

"Dad?" I call. He walks back out.

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared of love." I admit.

"You have nothing to be afraid of." Then he walks away.

I feel like I could cry right now.

And that's exactly what I end up doing. I cry and cry and cry and cry until I can't cry anymore. It's three in the morning when I go home.

…a…

I spend the next whole day shopping and the day after that begins in the kitchen. "I don't know I how make this." I stare at the box of cookies. I'm standing in the living room. "What flowers? Everything is dead." I look out the window. "The one's from the store?" I reach for my car keys, but Peeta bursts out laughing.

"Flour." He says. "F-L-O-U-R."

"What is that?" He stands up and takes my hand, pulling me into the kitchen. "Peeta what is that?" I ask. He just keeps laughing. "Stop laughing at me!" I finally burst.

"I'm sorry…I just…when you grow up in a bakery." He shakes his head. He beings to help me. After a while, his phone starts ringing. He sighs and stares at the screen for a moment. "Hey Rye," he says. "I don't really care." He looks at me for a moment before grabbing a bag of some white powder on it and a bottle of brown liquid. "Yeah I'm with her now." He says. I look up at him and narrow my eyes. He mouths my brother to me and I nod. He doesn't ever talk about his family, all I know it he has two brothers and his parents. "Rye-" he cuts off and listens for a minute. "Well then…just…" he sighs sharply and starts listening again. "Don't do that." He says. "I will…I just…not right now Rye." He says. He listens again. "That's what I plan to do…no I don't…yeah I know it's bad…look Rye, I'm kind of busy-" He cuts off again. "No! it's not like that!" then he laughs. "Whatever. I'll talk to you later. say hi to Mom and Dad and Graham for me." he hangs up and sighs.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"It's fine, my brother is just being a pain."