"Peeta, it's not what you thi---" I started to say.
"NO, Katniss just stop it. I get it. You like him and I understand. Katniss you don't have to hide this from me and have secret kisses when I am not around or asleep. I get it you love him. I get it. Yea, I do feel bad cause I love you go for it. I'[m only here because I want you to be happy and if it not with me I get it. You don't have to hide it from me I get it Katni---" Went Peeta interrupting me. I couldn't take it he was hurting himself talking to me and he was just rambling, I cut him off by placing my lips on top of his. He was stunned for a second but then gave in. This reminded me of the games where I had my first kiss with Peeta. I cut him off when he was talking about dieing. Then, Peeta started pulling away. His face mixed with anger and confusion. "Katniss, you know you can't always shut me up with your kisses. I'll get what I want to say out eventually. Stop it, stop making me want you okay. You got Gale so be happy and stop manipulating me." He finished and turned the other way. This shocked me. I never expected that from Peeta. I wanted to leave, like what I do with all of the others when they make me mad. But, I couldn't all this longing to see Peeta again wouldn't let me. So all I did was prop myself on my elbow and start to speak.
"Look, I never intended to kiss him. We never even planned this. I went to talk to all of the people to say thanks for what they did today and I bumped into Gale. We talked for a while and I saw the time and ran back over here. He followed me and I don't know what got over him he just came over here and kissed me. I never expected it and then you woke up and it just made everything else much worse. I never meant for any of this to happened." I spoke to him in such a desperate voice. He didn't say anything for a while and then he turned around to face me. His eyes filled with pools of tears.
"You sure, Katniss." He asked me and I nodded my head in reply. He perched his head up higher and planted a soft gentle kiss on my cheek. This felt nice; I actually expected some more anger from Peeta. Mostly I guess he didn't have enough energy to be mad at me. He pulled away and stared at my face for sometime. I smile back at him and stare into his mesmerizing blue eyes I have missed so much. We stay like this for a while and somehow drift asleep. Peeta wrapped in my embrace and me wrapped in his. Then the next morning, I wake up to the sound of screaming.
