A/N: I'm glad so many people enjoyed their first date in the last chapter. There's been an eleven month time jump to this chapter so Everlark are pretty settled as a couple now.
Some people are questioning why Katniss isn't missing Hunter that much in this new life. In my head she does but there will be certain times she misses him more than others, like his birthday or when watching a superhero movie. So far none of the chapters have focused on these events so I have chosen not to focus on her missing Hunter. There will be chapters later on though where I'll look closer at the effect of not having Hunter in her life but I'm choosing to focus on other issues right now.
Thanks to everyone who supports the story.
Chapter 7
November 2011
I knock on the door and wait impatiently for Peeta to answer. The message he sent me just before my plane took off left me hot and bothered and I am eager to get my hands on him again. It was a long flight from Copenhagen.
He opens the door and smiles at me. I don't wait a second as I shove my suitcase through his door and then fling myself at him. Peeta catches me and we stumble back against the hallway door. My hands slide into his hair and bring him down to kiss him fiercely. Peeta responds immediately, opening his mouth and tangling his tongue with mine. My hands rake through his curls and then roam down his sides as I push into him. Peeta smiles against my lips as he takes my head in his hands and takes control.
"Those trips to Copenhagen are almost worth it if I get a welcome like this," he says.
He then kisses a path from my lips down to my neck and I tip my head back as he begins suckling on my pulse point. His tongue lavishes the spot there and I squeeze him tight.
"That message you sent me before the plane left was cruel. I had to sit next to my boss with the image of your head between my legs for the entire plane journey," I groan.
"I had to make sure you came straight here once the plane landed. I've missed you," Peeta replies.
I moan as he reaches down to cup me over my jeans and places a hot kiss on my lips. My hands grasp hold of his arse and squeeze it tight as he bucks into me. We both groan and then Peeta spins me around to move us closer to his bedroom. But we don't get very far before we crash into the wall opposite. I nip at Peeta's ear and then my hands find the end of his jumper as I eagerly try to tug it over his head. Peeta steps back only briefly to help me remove the garment and then I spring forward as my lips begin to attack his bare chest. I place sloppy kisses over his collarbone, desperate to feel every inch of him. My lips make their way to his nipples and I use the flat of my tongue to lick and suckle them. Peeta hisses before pulling my head back up and searing our lips together.
"Fuck, Katniss. It's been too long," he pants.
He's not wrong. The latest trip to Copenhagen trip was ten days long and our work schedules didn't match in the days leading up to the trip. I keep expecting the heat to die down in our relationship, and I know it will at some point, but right now I want him just as much as I did at the beginning of our relationship.
"I need to taste you again," Peeta pants between kisses.
"Then you better get me to the bedroom," I reply breathlessly.
Peeta smirks as he gives me another bruising kiss and spins us once again towards his bedroom.
This time we make it but Peeta doesn't direct me to the bed. He pushes me against his chest of drawers and hitches my leg up around his hip. Our cores press against each other and I roll my hips into him. Peeta pushes back and my head falls to the side as I hold his head to my chest. We rut together for a few moments against the drawers but my clothes begin to feel too restricting. I pluck at them and squirm as I try to pull my shirt over my head. Peeta removes his head from my chest and gathers the constricting fabric in his hands so he can tear it off my body.
He kisses me as soon as the shirt hits the floor and my hands roam his back. He shudders as they slip down and dip into his underwear to squeeze his arse. Peeta groans as his head falls to my shoulder.
"I've had enough playing," he pants.
I let out a light laugh as Peeta pops open the button of my jeans and undoes the zipper. He starts kissing down my body, around the edges of my bra and then straight down to my navel. When he reaches the waistband of my jeans he carefully peels them off my body. I step out of them as he peppers my thighs with feather light kisses. I squirm the closer he gets to my underwear and he places a kiss on my hip before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and pulling them down.
He untangles my underwear from my feet and then pulls my leg up so it rests on his shoulder. He moves in closer and I can feel the heat of his breath on my centre.
"Still my favourite thing to eat," he murmurs.
I would normally scold him for such a cheesy line but his tongue reaches out to lick slowly through my folds. My head rolls back and I grip onto the handles either side of me on the chest of drawers. Peeta goes tantalisingly slow as he laps up the juices dripping out of me. His tongue dips inside of me and swirls around, making my grip on the handles grow tighter. I buck into him, which makes him smirk as he eats me out.
Slowly he removes his tongue and kisses his way up to my clit. His nose gently nuzzles it and I let out a moan of frustration.
"I thought you were done playing," I groan.
"I don't want you coming too quickly," he smiles.
I groan again but he suddenly sucks sharply on my clit. I let out a string of expletives as his tongue starts tracing figure of eight patterns over it and almost lose it completely as he inserts two thick fingers into me.
My hips begin to rock wildly and Peeta has to tighten his grip on my thigh to get me to slow down. But his fingers and tongue don't let up, moving in perfect synchronisation until I come calling his name. He keeps lapping at me as the tremors run through my body and I loosen my grip on the drawer handles to run a hand through his blond air.
"I'm going to come again if you keep that up and I want you to be inside of me the next time," I say.
Peeta eventually removes his lips from me to look up with a grin. He removes my leg from his shoulder and rises to his feet to step in and kiss me. I can taste myself on him but it just further fuels my desire.
"You know I can't deny you," he replies.
I laugh against his lips before putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back towards the bed. He falls into a sitting position on the bed and I reach out to undo his belt and remove the last of his clothing. As he kicks his jeans and boxers off I find the clasp of my bra and let it fall off my arms. Peeta looks at my tits hungrily. They are already hard and ready to be suckled but I want to pleasure him first. I take his dick in my hands as I straddle him and run my thumb over his tip.
"I thought about you like this so much at night," I say.
I give him a leisurely kiss as I use my own juices as lubricant and start working him up and down. Peeta swears as my hand twists around him and he squeezes my waist tight.
"I hope my messages helped get yourself off," he replies with a smirk.
I laugh before kissing a trail to his ear and suckling his earlobe.
"They were the highlight of my day," I whisper in his ear.
Peeta pulls me back round to kiss me fully again as my mind remembers some of the dirty things he sent me late at night in Copenhagen. But reality is so much better.
Peeta's breath has become more ragged and I know this is a sign he is getting closer to climax. But I don't want him to come all over my hand. I slowly loosen my grip on his cock and move over him. I coat his dick in more of my juices and press the tip to my clit. My head falls back as I use his dick to pleasure me.
"Look who's playing now," Peeta smirks.
I laugh as I slowly pull my head back up and then lean forward to kiss him. My hands hold his head tenderly as I sink onto his length. We don't move for a moment as we kiss languidly but eventually the desire for more over takes us. Peeta gently raises his hips to let me know I should start moving. I don't need to be asked twice and rise to plunge back down on him.
I keep this going for a few moments as our lips barely break apart as we kiss. Eventually Peeta starts bucking up into me too and our kisses become sloppier. I grind my clit into him and the course hairs at his base stimulate it in just the right way. My lips fall completely from his as I rest my head against his shoulder.
"Fuck. That's it. Right there," I pant.
"You feel so good, Katniss," he replies.
I can barely smile in reply as he hits my g-spot again and again. I grip onto his neck tightly as he keeps moving up into me and his hands clasp my arse to guide my movements. I'm racing to my peak and purposefully clench around him to let him know I'm close. Peeta lets out an expletive and pushes up into me one more time before pulling himself out of my body and me under him.
I want to scream in frustration for being so close but Peeta doesn't let me have time to do this as he yanks my leg over his shoulder and ploughs back into me. I can only gasp in pleasure as his eyes lock onto mine and he sets a rapid pace.
"You're so fucking perfect. I love watching you come. I love you so much, Katniss" Peeta pants.
"I love you too," I manage to pant back.
Peeta gives me a lazily smile before he smashes our lips together. I'm as good as useless in this position and let him take control. The coil in my belly reappears quickly and I clench around him again. Peeta swears and then presses a thumb to my clit. That's all it takes for me to climax for the second time.
I repeat his name like a mantra as I ride out my orgasm and his pace becomes even quicker. I reach up to caress his cheek and lock his eyes with mine. He doesn't let go of my stare as he pumps into me a few more times and then calls my name as he empties inside of me.
Peeta somehow manages to kiss me one more time before he slumps on top of me. We both just lay there breathlessly for a while after as we come down from our highs.
I recover first and gently push on his shoulder so he rolls onto his back. Peeta pulls me with him and my head falls onto his chest. Peeta weaves his hands through my hair as he places a kiss on top of my head and my fingers trail along his chest.
"Hello, by the way. I think I forgot that when I opened the door," he says.
"We had more important things to attend to," I reply with a smile.
Peeta laughs and I grin as I tip my head up to look at him. He grins back and then we kiss again. I sigh happily as we pull back.
"When do you need to be a work?" I ask.
Peeta turns to glance at the clock on the nightstand before looking back at me.
"Twenty minutes," he says with a grimace. "Are you going to stay here tonight?"
I smile and nod my head. Our relationship has gone smoothly over these last eleven months and we've got to that point that my toothbrush is by his sink and my favourite cereal is in his cupboards. We haven't moved in together yet but spend nearly every night in the same bed. Peeta's work shifts can be frustrating at times but I don't mind as long as he ends up sleeping in the same bed as me.
"Yep. I've got a great night in planned for myself," I reply.
Peeta smiles back at me.
"I got you some new bubble bath and candles for it," he says.
My heart melts at his thoughtfulness and I reach up to kiss him again.
"How are you going to survive your shift if you are thinking about me all wet and soapy in the bath?" I say playfully.
"By walking around with a pan covering up my hard on," he replies with a grin.
I laugh and our lips find each other again.
"Until then, I just have enough time for a shower before work. Do you want to join me?" he asks.
"I'll try not to make you late," I reply.
Peeta smiles as I reach down to give his dick a squeeze. We kiss one more time before Peeta pulls me into the shower.
I try to keep myself busy once Peeta has gone and do some tidying up. Rye comes back in and we chat about my recent trip and what he's been up to. Prim then arrives still wearing her placement scrubs and her face lights up when she sees me. She comes straight for me and gives me a massive hug.
"You're back! How was Copenhagen this time?" she asks.
She settles beside me and I notice that she didn't look at Rye as she entered.
"Really successful. Their cycling culture is really impressive and they gave us lots of ideas on how we can achieve that here," I say.
"That sounds good," Prim replies.
"It's really exciting. Fiona Paylor is putting me in charge of the Bike to Work scheme and it would be the biggest initiative yet I've worked on," I say.
Prim beams at me.
"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" she says.
I smile back.
"What about you? How's placement?" I ask.
"Really good," Prim says with a grin. "I've really built up a relationship with some of the patients. I even managed to beat Chaff at chess today. Though he then threw up on me so maybe winning wasn't a good idea."
I laugh and Rye finally seems to acknowledge us.
"Maybe I should be jealous of this guy. He spends more time with you than me," he says.
Prim turns to face her boyfriend. Things have been very up and down with them this year. Rye really struggles when Prim is on placement and she gets too tired to go out as much. And since he's graduated uni, he's struggled to find work and currently works as a barman in a trendy bar in the New Town. He often goes out after work and it annoys Prim when he wakes her up at three or four in the morning when he gets back in.
"Chaff is in his fifties and is a functioning alcoholic. I don't think you have anything to worry about, babe," Prim replies.
Rye shrugs his shoulder and then looks at his watch.
"We need to leave in twenty minutes if we want to catch that film. Are you ready?" he asks.
"I just need to take a shower," Prim replies.
"Okay. But be quick," Rye says.
"I will be," Prim says. "And you don't need to be short with me."
"I'm not being short with you. I was just stating facts," he replies.
"No. You were being a bit of an arsehole. And you're just making me go slower!" Prim exclaims.
Rye lets out a sigh before picking up his phone.
"Then just go and get ready," he says.
Prim exhales loudly and gets up to head for the shower. Rye doesn't even look as she walks past and I can't help but think even their arguments aren't as passionate any more.
The shower seems to put Prim in a better mood and she is smiling as she comes back through smelling of coconut shampoo.
"We can go now," she says to Rye.
He looks up from his phone and gets up to meet Prim.
"Great. We should have time to buy popcorn," he says with a smile.
Prim manages to smile back and then turns to me.
"Are you sure you don't want to come too?" she asks.
I shake my head.
"Peeta has left me with all the stuff for a bubble bath. I'm good," I reply.
Prim nods her head and then says they will probably go back to ours after the film. I nod my head, secretly pleased Peeta and I will have the flat to ourselves when he gets back and wave them off.
I have a really relaxing night in with a bottle of wine, Chinese take-out and bubble bath. I watch my recently purchased Bridesmaid DVD and the credits are just rolling as Peeta comes back in. I'm cocooned in layers of blankets but I lift them up to make space for Peeta. He smells of the restaurant as he slides in next to me and nuzzles my neck.
"How was your bath?" he asks.
I smile as I kiss his forehead.
"Big without you in it," I reply.
Peeta chuckles and then squeezes me closer to him.
"I have a day off tomorrow. We can have another bath then," he replies.
"Sounds like a plan," I reply.
Peeta lifts his head off my chest and we share a smile before I reach for a kiss.
Peeta's blue eyes are the first thing I see when I wake up the next morning and he smiles sweetly at me.
"Good morning," he says.
I smile back and lean over to give him a good morning kiss. Peeta's hand curls around my waist and I find myself rolling on top of him as we continue to kiss leisurely.
"Do we have to get out of bed today?" I ask when we finally break away.
Peeta laughs and then places a kiss on my nose.
"I was looking forward to our walk today. But I'm sure it can be postponed," he says with a grin.
A grin too as I weave my hands in his hair and kiss him again.
"We do have that dinner party tonight though," I say. "Are you sure you want to cook on one of your rare Saturday's off?"
Peeta chuckles.
"The reason I became a chef is because I love cooking. I can't wait to cook for our friends tonight. And I'm looking forward to see what you make for dessert," he says.
"Urgh! I forgot I promised to do that!" I groan.
Peeta laughs as he kisses me again.
"Don't worry. I have the easiest vanilla cheesecake recipe," he replies.
"As long as I get to lick the spoon afterwards," I say.
"Then we better go on that walk so you can justify all the calories later," he says.
I gently hit him on the shoulder but we're then kissing again. The walk can wait a couple of hours.
We do manage to get out of bed and go for a walk in the Pentland hills before coming back and preparing the food for tonight. We put on old nineties cheesy pop in the kitchen and sing into the spatulas as we dance around.
Peeta was right. The cheesecake is easy to make and I get to lick the spoon at the end. The lamb stew is left cooking in the oven and smelling delicious as we get ready.
Peeta comes up behind me as I am dressing and places a kiss on my bare shoulder. I'm only in my bra and skirt and smile as I put on earrings. Peeta puts his hands on my arms and runs his nose along my shoulder.
"Is it too late to cancel?" he asks.
I laugh lightly as he places another kiss on my neck. One hand then slides around my front and cups my breast over the bra.
"They are due in ten minutes," I reply.
Peeta spins me around and kisses me deeply. My hands rise up to rest around his neck.
"Madge is always late," he murmurs against my lips.
I laugh again before he opens his mouth to let my tongue in. My hands move up to tangle in his hair and he squeezes my waist tightly. But we are interrupted by the flat buzzer. Peeta reluctantly lets me go and places one last soft kiss on my lips.
"We'll return to this later," he says.
I smile and nod my head before he turns to answer the door. Moments later I hear enthusiastic greetings in the hallway and when I step back through Rue and Gale are taking off their coats. I smile brightly as I go over to welcome them.
"Hey! Thanks for coming," I exclaim.
Rue and I hug and she chuckles as she pulls away.
"Sorry we're a bit early. Tell me honestly, how many clothes did you have on when the buzzer went?" Rue asks.
I grin back at her.
"I don't know what you are insinuating," I reply.
Gale laughs.
"The lipstick on Peeta is a bit of a giveaway," he says.
I blush but Peeta chuckles as he wipes away the red lipstick smeared over his mouth.
"What can I say? Katniss only got back yesterday," he replies.
He catches my eye and we share a smile before I take coats and Peeta opens a bottle of wine. Peeta hands everyone a glass and we settle on the sofas.
"It smells great," Gale says.
"Thanks. Katniss has even made dessert," Peeta replies.
Gale raises his eyebrows.
"I might just skip dessert then," he teases.
I scowl at him.
"This coming from the man who orders Chinese and passes it off as his own when he cooks for dates," I reply.
Everyone laughs and Gale scratches his neck.
"Yeah. That didn't work too well a couple of weeks ago. My date found the empty take-out cartons in the bin," he says.
There is more laughter and then I turn to Rue.
"How's placement going?" I ask.
Rue got accepted onto the post grad for primary teaching and started the one-year course in August. But she's only just recently started her placement in a primary school.
"It's great. I'm in a primary 6 class and they are doing global citizenship. I suggested setting something up with the school I helped build in Ghana and the teacher loved it. We told the class and they are already so excited about writing to the kids there," Rue says excitedly.
I nod my head and listen carefully as Rue starts talking in great detail about the placement. Her enthusiasm is apparent as she talks and I can't help but compare how she talked about her job in my old life. She seems a lot more passionate about helping the kids now, something that has probably come from all the work she did with children as she travelled.
As Rue and I talk, Gale and Peeta talk about football and Peeta tries to convince Gale to watch the first season of Game of Thrones.
"I don't know, mate. Fantasy is not really my thing. I've not heard anyone else talk about it," Gale replies.
"I'm telling you the fantasy element is only a small part. It's mainly about the political movements and power plays. It's honestly one of the best things on TV," Peeta argues.
I smile as I think how the supposedly niche show will be all anyone talks about in a couple of years' time. Gale ended up becoming obsessed with it.
Peeta adds further arguments but the buzzer goes again and I get up to answer it. Madge and Cato appear at the door moments later.
"Better late than never," I joke as I let them in.
Madge rolls her eyes at me as they take off their coats. I lead them through to the others as Peeta goes to check on the stew.
"What was the excuse this time?" Rue asks.
"We were just talking about something and lost track of time," Cato says with a smile.
Neither expands on what they were talking about and I notice that Madge doesn't look at Cato as he says this. She takes a seat next to Gale and then makes noises about how good the food smells.
Peeta comes back through with some mini-haggis balls and spicy dip. These are eagerly gobbled up by my friends as everyone catches up with each other. I keep an eye on Madge and Cato but she turns away from him most of the time. She smiles and laughs on the outside but I sense there is something on her mind.
It doesn't surprise me then when she corners me in the kitchen as I go to get more wine.
"Cato asked me to move in with him," she whispers.
I turn to her with a smile.
"That's great!" I reply.
But Madge shakes her head.
"No. I don't think it is," she says.
I frown.
"Why not? You guys have been dating for a year. You must spend all your time at each other's' places," I say.
"Not really. We spend a couple of nights a week together but we're not you and Peeta. Cato hasn't even stayed at mine for a whole weekend," Madge replies.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"Why do you think that is?" I ask.
"I don't know. Part of it is that I like my independence but the other part…" Madge starts but she trails off.
"Yes…" I encourage.
Madge lets out a loud sigh as she runs a hand through her hair.
"The other part of me can't imagine living with him full time. It's all I've thought about since he asked but no matter how hard I try to picture it, I can't and it doesn't seem right. And I have no idea why!" Madge declares.
I place a comforting hand on her arm and give it a squeeze.
"Then maybe it's not right. You can't force yourself to feel something you don't," I say.
"But Cato is such a good guy! How can I not be feeling it?" Madge asks exasperated.
I shrug my shoulders.
"We're not meant to fall for every nice guy we meet," I reply.
Madge nods her head sadly.
"I don't know what to do," she says.
I give her arm another squeeze.
"You don't need to decide now. You may feel differently in the morning. And until then, we have lots of wine!" I say.
I grin and hold up a new bottle of pinot griot. Madge laughs as she takes the bottle off me.
"You know me so well," she says.
I smile back and we turn to re-join the others. Madge continues to sit away from Cato but seems to cheer up as she talks to Gale. The food is served not long after and Peeta's fantastic cooking distracts everyone else for the rest of the night.
We finally manage to kick everyone out just before one o'clock in morning and I turn to the kitchen to do the dishes. But Peeta catches my arm and pulls me back.
"The washing up can be left for tomorrow. Right now I just want you out of those clothes," he insists.
I smile as I reach up onto my toes to kiss him fully just as Peeta starts walking us back to the bedroom.
Peeta makes me come twice before we fall asleep tangled together. I always sleep so soundly when I am in his arms and am only disturbed at around five in the morning as Rye comes crashing back in. I groan as I hear the noise but Peeta just pulls me closer and I find sleep easily again after that.
The next morning I'm woken by a text from Prim asking if Rye came back home last night. I type out a quick reply to her, saying that he did, before rolling over and frowning at the empty space beside me. I throw on one of Peeta's old t-shirts and then pad out the room looking for him.
He's not hard to find standing by the hob in the kitchen and my stomach rumbles as I smell bacon. I tiptoe up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle as I place a kiss between his shoulder blades. Peeta startles at my touch but smiles as he turns around to see me.
"I wanted to make you breakfast in bed. You spoiled the surprise," he pouts.
"You know I hate crumbs in the bed," I reply.
Peeta laughs and then feeds me a bit of bacon over his shoulder.
"I should have known your stomach would have got you out of bed," he says.
I smile up at him and then there is a loud crash and the sound of Rye swearing. Peeta raises his eyebrow as he looks in the direction of the noise.
"I didn't expect Rye to be up yet. He got in so late last night," he says.
I nod my head in agreement just as Rye emerges from his room. His hair is a state and he tries to rub the sleep out his eye as he approaches us.
"How's the hangover?" Peeta asks.
"Hell. I didn't want to get out of bed but I'm severely dehydrated," Rye replies.
He pulls a glass out the cupboard without looking at us and fills it quickly with water out the tap. He then downs the whole glass in one go and lets out a satisfied gasp before filling the glass again.
"Where did you end up last night?" Peeta asks.
Rye shrugs his shoulder and keeps his eyes on his glass.
"Couldn't tell you for sure. I can barely remember anything after 2am," he replies.
"You should call Prim. She was worried when you didn't go back to ours last night," I say.
Rye nods his head but he's already turned his back to me and heading back to his bed. Both Peeta and I watch him go.
"Is it me or does he seem more sheepish than usual this morning?" Peeta asks.
"I guess he must have done something really embarrassing last night," I reply.
Peeta nods his head in agreement.
"I just hope it wasn't too stupid or illegal," he says.
I nod my head but the bacon is ready and Peeta moves to dish it up. We don't see Rye again for the rest of the morning.
When we eventually finish our bacon rolls I reach for my phone and find a message from Madge.
"Madge broke up with Cato," I say.
Peeta raises his eyebrow in surprise.
"That's a shame. He was a nice guy," he says.
"He just wasn't the one for her," I reply.
Peeta nods his head as I type out a reply. I ask her if she wants to meet up to talk about it but her reply comes back straight away saying that Gale has already offered to take her to brunch. Peeta comes around and places a kiss on my head as I tell him this.
"Oh well. We'll just have to find something else for you to do," he says with a grin.
I twist round to grin at him.
"You're insatiable," I reply.
But Peeta just answers with a passionate kiss.
The next week goes by with no notable events. Prim is busy on placement and I notice that she and Rye don't seem to spend any time together that week. That is until Sunday morning when she comes storming round to Peeta's. He and I are busy looking up holidays to take in the new year but she doesn't look at us as Rye opens the door and she barges in. There is a fury in her eyes as she confronts him.
"I'm going to give you one chance to be honest with me. What happened last Saturday after you left work?" Prim asks.
She stands facing Rye with her arms crossed. Rye furrows his eyebrows as he looks back at her.
"A group of us went to a club on George Street and I got really drunk." Rye says. "I told you that already."
"Really? That's all you're going to tell me?" Prim prods.
"Of course. What else is there to tell?" Rye asks.
"How about that Bonnie bumped into Cashmere yesterday. You know the blonde with big tits that works with you? Apparently Cashmere said you went back to her brother's flat and had sex in his bedroom. She's even got some pictures to prove it," Prim states.
"Oh, Rye," Peeta says, shaking his head.
"You did what?" I exclaim.
Rye immediately gets defensive and straightens up.
"I don't fucking remember what happened after the club. I was drunk out of my mind!" Rye says.
"So you don't remember putting your dick in someone else's vagina? That's not something you would forget!" Prim screams.
"You know I would never cheat on you if I was sober!" Rye shouts back.
"You shouldn't cheat on me when you're drunk either! Do you think Peeta fucks other girls when he gets drunk without Katniss?" Prim yells.
Peeta and I look to each other, knowing that we need to step in soon.
"Look. I'm sorry if I cheated when I was drunk. But I didn't mean to," Rye says.
Prim lets out a frustrated scream and launches herself at Rye. She bangs her fists against his chest as she yells at him.
"You're a fucking bastard! I hate you! You've ruined us!" she says.
I rush forward to grab her arms and pull her back from him. She struggles against me as the tears start to fall down her cheeks and Peeta steps forward to restrain Rye.
"I will never forgive you for this," Prim sobs. "I don't ever want to see you again!"
Rye has no argument for now and Prim curls into my chest as the sobs begin to wrack her body. I stroke her head as I usher her out the flat, giving Rye a look full of hatred as I walk past.
