I wake in Peeta's arms. My bed is messier than before. I look up at Peeta. He stirs and looks down at me, smiling.
"Good morning," Peeta says.
"Good morning." I hold his arms against my chest tightly.
"No nightmares," he says. He rests his head on top of mine and rubs my arms. I sigh dreamily. I don't want this moment to end. I don't want to go back to President Snow breathing down my neck. I don't want to go back to the Capitol and its constant pressure. I want to stay here, in my bed, in Peeta's safe protective arms.
"Katniss-" I hear the door creak open and Cinna pokes his head in. When he sees me and Peeta together, something darkens in his green eyes. His expression turns blank. "Get ready. We'll be home soon." He turns and slams the door shut.
"He seems upset about something," Peeta says.
"It's probably nothing," I say quickly, though I know exactly what it is.
"We should get ready." Peeta disentangles himself from my arms around his and stands. He picks his clothes up off of the ground and starts getting dressed. I sit up, holding the sheets around my naked body. Once Peeta finishes dressing, he gives me a small smile and exits.
I stand and take a simple t-shirt and jeans out of my dresser. I put it on and leave my room to find Cinna.
I find him in his room, sitting on his bed. The door is open. I knock on the door lightly. He looks up with a look of sadness in his eyes. His eyes harden as soon as he notices it's me. He looks back down into his lap, not inviting me on, but not telling me to leave either. I walk in and close the door behind me. I sit beside him and clasp my hands together, suddenly nervous. What did he want to tell me earlier?
"What do you want?" Cinna practically hisses.
"What were you going to tell me earlier?" I ask.
"Nothing," he says, clearly dismissing the topic.
I playfully nudge his shoulder. I feel awkward doing the gesture, but I was trying to lighten the mood. He looks at me, a look of annoyance crossing his face.
"What is it, Cinna?" I ask, suddenly angry. What was his problem? He has no reason to be upset with me.
He looks at me. Sadness and hurt is buried deep in his eyes. His mouth is set in a thin line.
"It hurts," he says softly.
"What does?" I say.
"Seeing you with Peeta." He grabs my hands. "I know you love him and it's wrong of me to say this, but I'm in love with you, Katniss."
I shake my head. This could not be happening. I don't feel that way about him. I am in love with Peeta. I can't possibly love Cinna. He's my stylist.
Cinna turns my face to meet his eyes, interrupting my word jumble. He does something that completely surprises. He kisses my lips tenderly. I freeze instantly. His lips work against mine, and soon, I work mine with his, too. My mind was screaming at me, Stop! Think about Peeta. Think about how hurt he'll be if he finds out.
But he won't, the devil part of my mind says. He runs his hands down my back. He runs them under my shirt. I freeze again and break away from the kiss.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I have to go." I stand and quickly exit his room.
I go to the sitting area where Peeta, Haymitch, and Effie are chatting.
"Great, you're here!" Effie trills. "We'll be arriving in District 12 shortly."
I grab a cup of hot tea sitting on a tray and sit in Peeta's lap. He wraps his arms around my waist.
"We're going home," Peeta says.
"Yeah." I smile down at him and kiss his cheek. I can't wait to be home.
