Welp, after taking some time to get back in the swing of things with college, here's another chapter. Enjoy!

KPOV

I could feel the words. They were on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason, I could not say them. Two months ago, Peeta Mellark was in my apartment. One moment his head was between my legs, commanding my attention and silence while putting my body through it's paces, and the next moment he was serving me an ethnic feast and catering to my every whim. He was an enigmatic man, even though he begged to differ. There was something about his very nature that I couldn't ignore and whenever I was away from him for more than mere minutes, I missed him more than my inadequate words could describe. When I was stressed, I only needed him to hold me for things to be alright. When I was angry with him, I couldn't stay that way for long because the gleam in his eye was enough to derail my anger. Our romance wasn't at all perfect, but I was getting to the point where I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

Everdeen, this is FIL, not your bedroom. Stop imagining you riding my face and listen to the lecture on The Scarlet Letter.

It had become a habit of Peeta's to pass me notes to keep me entertained in this class. He liked to write them, and he definitely loved the smile on my face as a result of them. I liked to receive them and respond accordingly. Apparently, as Rue later explained to me, it was a distinctly 'Peeta and Katniss' thing to do.

Shows what you know Mellark. The lecture on the absence of feminism in TSL was last week. This week, we're discussing the errors in symbolism regarding Pride and Prejudice.

Not only did Peeta make this class more bearable, he was officially the reason I paid more attention in this class. The day after our bonding time at the apartment, we made a bet to see who would get the better grade. In the short time we had gotten to know each other, Mellark was about to find out how much I hated to lose.

Shit Everdeen. Continue to daydream. I'm behind in this class and I can't lose to you.

No. He definitely couldn't afford to do that. Loser had to wear a neon shirt that said 'My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun'. I smiled at his response and gazed at the clock located in the corner of the room. We would be done here shortly and after, I was going to gather my things to spend the night in Peeta's room tonight because it was Friday.

Early on, Peeta and I realized that when we slept over at each other's places during the week, we were inclined not to go to class, and neither one of us could afford to do that with the scholarships we were both trying to uphold. We alternated spending the night at each other's places over the weekends, especially once I quickly realized that being in bed without Peeta Mellark was cruel and unusual punishment. We were dismissed on time because Professor Trinket was big on punctuality.

"You ready for an awesome weekend full of surprises, Everdeen?"

"Surprises? What surprises?"

He knew better than anyone I hated surprises. I despised them because I hated being out of the loop.

"Yep. Surprises. Don't worry. The first surprise is happening as soon as you're back in my room since I know the anticipation is killing you."

There were times when I knew he knew me better than I was ever willing to admit out loud.

"Fine. I'll be back in 30-45 minutes. Whatever this surprise is better be worth it."

I quickly tore off to the direction of the parking lot before he could remind me that the drive to my apartment and back was 40 minutes. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I prayed it wasn't going to be something that made me tell him I loved him before I was ready. Peeta had a habit of making me lose the little control I had and it was an idea that scared me. But while it scared me, I knew that as long as we were together, everything was going to miraculously be fine.

PPOV

I was going to tell her tonight. There was absolutely no way around it. Metaphorically, I was beginning to feel like one of those kids who had to go to the bathroom, and after repeatedly trying to explain to my parents that I had to go, I just sort of let it go. I didn't want me telling Katniss how I felt about her to feel like an accident. The only way I could make that happen was by making sure that tonight was special and went as smoothly as it could go. I was a romantic at heart and even though I found that Katniss wasn't she loved that I was. I made sure I was ready to go all out.

Somehow, I was lucky enough to end up in a double room by myself. The absence of a roommate meant that tonight should have no hiccups. I had the candles ready and I'd made dinner ahead of time so that it only needed to be reheated. Because we had taken to spending the night at each other's places, I even changed the sheets. I needed her to know that tonight was a completely serious thing for me. The only thing left for me to do was to make the cheese buns. Even if I had seriously misread all of the signals she was throwing my way, I wasn't going to allow myself to lose her. The cheese buns would either be a sign to show her that I was fine with the fact that she didn't feel the same way, or a sign that she felt the same way. I allowed myself to rest myself for five minutes before I changed clothes and shot her a text.

A skirt would be appreciated, Everdeen.

I waited nervously for the vibration that would let me know she had seen and replied to my message.

Two steps ahead of you. I hope the denim one is fine.

I put the phone down on my futon and groaned. Her denim skirt and I had a weird love hate relationship. Her legs went on for days and it was something I seriously liked to see, but while I liked to see it, at the rate Katniss and I were going, sex wasn't a possibility. I wanted to prove to her that that wasn't all I wanted, but I only had so much restraint. Especially since she had this thing for being naked. It was like the best dream and worst nightmare rolled into one. I recovered, going to the kitchen of my dorm to finish the cheese buns. After a short while, they were done and I was making my way back upstairs to wait on Katniss. I had everything set up and the wait was seriously starting to make me sweat. Suddenly, I heard a timid knock on the door.

"I didn't know if I should just barge in like I usually do, or knock. I chose the second option to be safe."

I didn't trust myself to speak. I just smiled at her and pulled her by the hand inside. I was expecting her to be surprised, but I hadn't expected her to enter the room and be rooted to the spot. That was part of the trouble with her. I could never tell if her silence was a good or bad thing. She played all of her cards close to the vest all the time. I took her bag and placed it on the futon next to the bed and waited. It seemed like with her, I waited a lot, and surprisingly, this was something I was often alright with.

"The place looks beautiful."

I'm sure the sigh I let out was a bit more dramatic than I intended, but I was seriously relieved.

"I'm glad you like it. I just thought we could do something different from pizza and a movie marathon."

"Does this mean you made me food?"

I still didn't trust the words that had the potential to leave my mouth. I just smiled and nodded my head.

"Cheese buns."

"Always. I know they're your favorite."

I directed her to a chair and set to work dishing up the food. Tonight's menu was pasta. We had gone to this local place a few weeks ago and I remembered that Katniss really liked the dish she ordered there, so I decided to recreate the alfredo and basil pesto as best I could. When it came to food, Katniss was very easy to please, so I knew I was cooking to impress myself. As long as there was cheese sprinkled on top, and bread on the side, she was good. I watched as she beamed at me before digging into her food. For the longest time, I just watched her eat. Then the word vomit started.

"I love you. Please don't break my heart and tell me you don't love me back. Hell, if you don't I would seriously appreciate it if you kept that one to yourself because I seriously don't wanna be embarrassed anymore than I already am. There's something about you. There are multiple things about you. The curve of your spine when you stretch in the morning, the braid you prefer to wear in your hair even though your hair would look great no matter what you did with it. I love the way your mouth curves when you're trying not to smile at a joke I've made that's probably really corny. I love the way you carefully weigh out each word you're going to say before you say it and the crease that appears in between your eyebrows when you're doing a math problem. I just-"

"Peeta. Stop. Right now. Seriously."

"And I know it's super early and that you stopping me is your way of telling me not to make an even bigger fool of myself, but I couldn't keep myself from telling you anymore. I realized it that day we were at your house and got into that argument about Gale, and it would just about kill me if you said that you didn't love me because of him, but that doesn't matter. What matters is your happiness-"

"Shut up and let me speak Mellark."

She was calling me by my last name. That was a good sign, right?

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