The sound of the rain woke both of us up, after an uncomfortable but pleasing sleep.

"'Morning..." I mumbled to Peeta

"'Morning freckles..." he said sleepily

I chuckled smiling at him.

I wish every morning was like this-I mean waking up to Peeta's voice not being forced to hide from the people hunting us.

After a few moments of silence I couldn't help but ask him something.

"Peeta, do you...are you actually in love with Katniss?" I blurted out

Crap, why did I ask him that?!

Because you're jealous, stupid!

Peeta looked at me before motioning for me to come closer. I leaned forward, our noses almost touching

"I said I liked Katniss because me and Haymitch made some kind of plan, but the girl I really like... came here with me" he whispered softly in my ear.

I moved backwards, my heart beating uncontrollably and just stared at him.

D-did he just confess that...he likes me. Our faces were a few inches away from each other, standing there and staring at the other person.

And in that moment we both leaned forward, our lips touching.

It was the most amazing feeling I ever felt. His lips brushed against mine softly, leaving a warm sensation on them. The kiss wasn't passionate or rough, no, it was gentle and caring. It felt like there were no people watching us, like we weren't in the arena right now...just the two of us enjoying every second with each other.

When we pulled away from each other I felt the need to press my lips on his and never pull them away.

I stared at his deep ocean blue eyes smiling like an idiot. If we weren't hiding from the careers I would have screamed of pure joy.

…Careers... Cato… Oh gosh…

There was a long silence between us; we were just staring at each other…

"…Well, say something, freckles" Peeta said laughing

"Err…I …well... I -" Apparently I lost the ability to speak normal and instead I produce weird choking sounds.

How lady like off me.

There was a flash of silver from outside so I went to check it. That took my mind of off things.

"I'll be right back Peeta" I said coming out of the cave.

On the muddy and wet floor was a silver box with a parachute hanging from it.

Oh my god, this was a sponsor gift! Haymitch did it! I thought cheerfully

"Thank god!" I said as I opened the silver box.

The gift was some yellow soup thing that looked like dog piss. Eh, maybe it tastes good. There was also a small slip of paper in there.

I took the small paper and read it.

"That was barely a kiss sweetheart"

I rolled my eyes. Typical Haymitch.

What does he want me to do? Eat Peeta's face out?! I won't be doing that by the way.

I returned back inside the cave, shaking my head so I could dry off. I feel like a dog doing that.

"Look, Peeta, sponsor gift!" I said happily

"What is it?" Peeta asked trying to get up

"Warm dog piss…"

Just kidding. I didn't say that.

"It's soup for you. Now eat" I said stuffing the spoon in his mouth.

I'm so gentle, I thought sarcastically

"I'm not hungry Tatia" Peeta said

I frowned at him

"Peeta, you haven't eaten anything in days. Please..." I said pulling on my best "puppy-dog" face.

Peeta rolled his eyes and laughed, gulping down the soup.

I smiled kissing him on the cheek.

"Nah-ah, not anymore freckles..." he mumbled kissing my lips.

I blushed and giggled, laying my head on his chest.

We talked for a while but eventually fell asleep from the sound of the rain drops.

For the first time, Cato wasn't the one who popped in to my mind.

Our sleep was a complete fail. If you could even call it a sleep. Peeta was shaking from the cold and his wound was getting much worse, leaving me to watch him struggle helplessly.

"Attention Tributes! Tomorrow evening, we will be arranging a Feast at the Cornucopia! We will give you some...gifts. It will be something that you or your fellow tribute desperately need… We hope you'll join the Feast!" Seneca's voice echoed over the arena.

My head jerked up from Peeta's chest, an optimistic smile forming on my face.

"This is great! Just what we needed! I'll go to the Feast and get the gift then-"

"-You can get killed! No Tatia, I can't let you go!" Peeta protested.

"Peeta! You're condition is getting worse you can't just expect me to stay here and watch you die!"

"And you can't expect me to let you go die for me!" he said taking my hands in his.

"Ugh, Peeta!" I whined

He pulled me towards him and kissed me, both of his hands resting gently on each side of my face.

"I don't want to lose you..." he said resting his forehead on mine

"And I don't want to lose you..." I whispered back

"Please...don't go" he mumbled

I sighed

"Alright. I won't go Peeta"

"Promise?" he asked

I smiled

"Promise."

Recently, I've been making these promises that I just might not keep...