He returned my kiss with twice as much passion as I gave him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down on top of me, my head hitting the soft pillow beneath me.
His arms wrapped around me, and gently pressed me closer to him. I let my fingers run through his hair, as I deepened the kiss, and even moaned a little to keep him going. My hands slid down his chest and began unfastening the buttons to his shirt. By the time I was done, Peeta pulled back a little out of surprise, and asked me what I was doing.
Seeing as how I'm no verbal expert, the only answer I could think of was "nothing", and then I dove in for another kiss. That seemed to calm him down for some time.
I tried undoing his belt, but it seemed kind of impossible seeing as how he was directly on top of me. So I wrapped one leg around him, and rolled him over until he was pinned right beneath me. I straddled him with my thighs and continued to kiss him feverishly, as my fingers slowly crept down to his hips and finished unbuckling his belt. But before I could go any further, I suddenly felt his hands grip my wrists with a surprising amount of strength and hurl me down against the bed.
"Katniss, what are you doing?" he asked again, this time with more conviction in his tone.
"I'm just….trying to show you how happy you make me," I said innocently, as I tried reaching in for another kiss.
It was no use. He pushed me down again.
I huffed and didn't even bother to mask my disappointment at that point.
"Can you please tell me what's going on?" Peeta asked with the amount of suspicion in his voice rising. "I thought you said you didn't want to get too close—"
"Well, I do now." I said cutting him off.
"But you said you didn't want any children. We can't risk it."
"I'm not scared anymore." I asserted.
"Why?" he asked in a forceful tone that demanded an answer. "What changed?"
I paused for a moment. Should I tell him about President Snow? Or should I try to keep going with the façade? I finally decided it was no use to continue lying to him; he was catching on to the truth as it was.
I gave a heavy sigh, looked up at the empty ceiling and told him. "President Snow knows I'm not barren."
There. I spilled the beans.
