Wow, lots of reviews! That's great, I'm so grateful. Thanks to all my loyal fans who took time to review, I love you all. This chapter is dedicated to Duarten88, thanks so much for the awesome review, I was nervous that my Katniss wasn't well liked, thanks so much! This chapter is eventful so without further ado, I present to you chapter 10!

Peeta's POV

When I saw Clove and Johanna come out of the hallway, I was impressed. These girls sure cleaned up nice, when I first met them, I was a bit intimidated; to say the least. But when they came out dressed like this they actually looked pretty, even beautiful. Now we had to wait for Katniss. We were snapped back to the hallway when we heard clacking of heels. I felt as if time slowed down as I looked up at Katniss, admiring her from head to toe. She look like a supermodel, she looked gorgeous, magnificent, stunning all that and so much more that even I couldn't put into words! Words couldn't even begin to describe how great she looked, she was by far the most beautiful girl I had the pleasure of meeting. I'm pretty sure my eyes were out of their sockets and my jaw was near the floor but I couldn't care less. This girl was sure to be the death of me but I didn't mind it, I was falling and fast.

Katniss POV

Woah. Was all I could think when we arrived at the club. It was magnificent. More than I could even describe. Bright lights, loud music, and the best part of all; good looking men. When I used to go to clubs with friends, there were usually annoying pop songs blaring and ugly weird guys trying to get with us so this is a welcome change. We went to look for a table while the guys bought the drinks. When we spotted a table, Prim ran to it and claimed it before anyone else could. We sit down and a few drinks later I'm grabbed by some very muscular and smooth hands.

I turn and see a very fine looking man and all I can think is; DAMN. But he's not just any man, he's Peeta. God certainly took his time making this fine man.

"Ehi splendida, voglia di ballare?" (Hey gorgeous, want to dance?)

I blush so hard I'm pretty sure I'm tomato red, this god just called me gorgeous! Someone call the paramedics, I think I'm about to have a heart attack!

"Mi piacerebbe" (I'd love to)

We start dancing to the music and let me say something, I'm about to die. I can't believe my luck, Peeta the God Mellark is dancing with me and we're getting pretty hot and heavy. In my intoxicated state, I decide to tease him a bit and grind up against little Peeta. But as I do so, I think I should consider a different name because there is nothing little about him.

Woah! Back the fricking truck up Katniss!

Since when did I think all these perverted thoughts?

Since meeting this smoking hot man.

Shut up! I mentally yell at the little voice inside my head.

Oh no, I'm talking to myself; looney bin, here I come. I can just imagine the therapy sessions- all thoughts fly out the window a soon as I feel a pair of heavenly lips against my neck. I don't think these lips should be legal.

"Katniss" I hear Peeta's deep husky voice and a shiver goes down my spine all while I'm sure there's a wet patch on my underwear.

"Yeah?" I ask breathless.

"Look at me" I turn and am met with a dark pair of blue eyes. The blue so dark they look almost black. I don't know what overcomes me but I lean in at the same time he does and when our lips meet- it's unlike anything else. It feels like an out of body experience. The spark I'm supposed to feel is there except it's more like a lightning bolt. Behind my eyelids I see fireworks and the only thing I'm thinking is that I want- no, need more of this. Our kiss soon intensifies when he runs his tongue over my bottom lip setting it on fire. I grant him entrance without hesitation and soon our tongues are fighting for dominance. His mouth is just wonderful and- oh God this is the best kiss in the history of kisses.

Once again all thought flies out of my head when he nibbles on my bottom lip. I feel drunk but not because of the drinks I consumed; I feel drunk on lust and the need to have Peeta. The kiss ends abruptly though when I feel someone grab a hold of my arms and roughly pull me from Peeta. The drunk feeling disappears and I sober up immensely when my eyes land on the person currently holding me.

No, no, no, no, no, no. How? When? WHY?

His eyes are like a raging inferno and if looks could kill both Peeta and I would be 6 feet under at the moment, but I don't care all I feel is hatred, hurt, and fury. How could he? Of course it would just be my luck that he showed up here. He would be the only one crazy enough to try to win me back after cheating on me with my best friend. The only one crazy enough to follow me in Italy. The one that's about to get even more hurt then I was. The one whose name is one I despise- none other than Gale Hawthorne.

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