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Chapter seven
Have you ever wanted something just out of reach? It was always there taunting you, but you could never have it? When you were a child, it was that cookie on the counter mom told you that you couldn't eat before dinner. As we grow that unattainable cookie becomes something a little more complex. For me it's that boy next door.
Peeta is so close, yet so far away. It's been days since our kiss and his blinds have been closed ever since. I don't really know what to think of it. This boy is somehow getting under my skin and I just don't understand it. I barely know him but I'm just so drawn to him. His soft eyes, his warm smile, his reassuring touch, it all drives me mad. Just the sound of his voice right now might bring me to tears. I want that voice to be directed at me again. So bold and confident, yet soft and comforting.
My hands are trembling because they want so badly to just reach out to him. I can't stand this any longer. I can't stand these closed off windows that keep us apart. It all just seems so silly, me needing him so much. I'm falling back into my dark place again, and it's like I need his eyes like I need air. I need them so they'll let me know that there is a future. I need them so I can look into them and know that the past is over and the world carries on.
I've decided that I'm not going to wait around any longer like some lost little puppy. I'm going to go to him. Now. I get up and walk straight out of the house to his front door. I'm about to knock when I remember Mrs. Mellark. There is no way in hell I'm going to face her after everything that happened at dinner the other night. I make a bee-line for Peeta's window and knock on it. He pulls the blinds back and stares at me with wide eyes. He drops the blinds and for a moment, I think he's going to ignore that I just knocked on his window.
I start to stalk away frustrated with myself when I hear the blinds being pulled back. I turn around and Peeta is lifting the window up for me. We just stare at each other for awhile, neither one of us making any sudden movements. When he reaches out his hand, I grab it and climb into his room. We're nose to nose by his window, and he's still holding my hand. I look into his eyes and smile.
"Hi." I manage out.
"Hi." He smiles at me. God, How I've missed that smile. "What are you doing here?"
"You kissed me." I blurt.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that." He drops my hand walks over to his bed, frowning.
"Why?" I pester, frustrated.
"Because you obviously didn't want me to."
"Where the hell did you get an idea like that?"
"You pushed me away." Right. I forgot about that.
We just stare at each other for a few moments. I finally work up a little bit of courage and ask him what I've been wanting for the past few days.
"Kiss me again."
"What?" He stares at me, eyes wide, in shock.
"I want you… to kiss me again."
He doesn't need to be told a third time. He grabs my hand and pulls me down onto the bed next to him. He grabs my face between his hands and pulls me into a kiss. I moan on first contact because it's better than I remembered. It's only a soft kiss that lasts a few moments. He pulls away and touches his forhead to mine.
"Go out with me." He breathes.
"Like on a date?"
"Yes, on a date, tomorrow." He looks into my eyes, begging me to say yes.
"No," I start and his eyes show that of pain and his smile falls. "Tonight." I finish.
His eyes widen and he grabs my face and pecks little kisses all over. On my forehead, my nose, my eyelids, my cheeks, and then he continues downward and kisses my neck. He peppers kisses just underneath my jawline, and then takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. I gasp and pull him closer to me. He continues his treatment back to the pulse point on my neck and lazily trails his tongue on it, causing me to shudder.
"Yes, go out with me tonight." He says as he stops kissing my neck and just looks into my eyes.
"Where?"
"The movies. We'll go to the movies." He smiles.
I think this is a perfect idea, because we don't have to talk the entire time, which is something that intimidates me because I'm horrible with words.
"Okay." I smile.
"I'll pick you up around six?" All I can do is nod my head and smile.
We exchange phone numbers and then he pecks me on the lips and I go back to my house. I nervously get ready for my date and think about what will happen. This is the my first date. Ever. With anyone. I just pray that it goes smoothly.
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