Chapter Twelve – Something about this Boy (KPOV)
Did he just call me his girlfriend?! WAIT! Did he just admit to crying at Titanic?! Shit, Katniss get your priorities straight.
I thank Gwen for the meal and we go up to Peeta's room. It's really big and his window sill doubles as his bed (something I have wanted for years). The walls are white and the carpet is a sunset orange. He sits down on his bed.
"Sorry about calling you my girlfriend." He rubs the back of his neck again. Must be something he does when he's nervous. "Don't be, I could get used to it." I chuckle and he lifts his head. "Really?" he asks. I nod, sit down on his lap and wrap my arms around him. "Yeah, I could get used to it. But only if you're ok with me calling you my boyfriend." His face lights up brighter than a 1000 watt bulb. He kisses me.
I have a boyfriend. Peeta Mellark is my boyfriend. Woah. I smile into the kiss and run my fingers through his hair. He kisses my neck, then my jaw. I decide I miss his lips on mine too much so I pull his face back up. "You're a pretty amazing kisser Peeta." "You're not too bad yourself." He replies, mocking me.
I lay down on the bed and he lies next to me. Our hands are entwined and he's drawing patterns on the back of mine. I look at him and he looks at me. Smiles on our faces, I don't think things could be more perfect. He kisses me again.
"Sorry to interrupt," We stop kissing. I don't have to look because I can basically hear the grin on Rye's face. "Dad just wanted me to tell you to keep your frosting in your pants under his roof," Peeta throws a pillow at him and Rye runs out of the room, high fiving Leo on the way out.
I know they're bakers but frosting? Really? And we're only sixteen, I'm not even considering that. I'm not even sure I want kids. Peeta gets up and shuts the door before returning to me.
I'm not cheesy and I find romance movies gross, but I definitely feel something new. I don't know what it is I'm feeling but I will say this: I've never felt like this with a guy before. Not even with Cato. There's something about this boy that makes me fe happy. No, happy isn't the word. He makes me feel special.
Before long I have to go home because we have school in the morning. Urgh, school. SHIT! Prim and Peeta are supposed to be spending the evening together tomorrow! I really hope it goes well. I text Peeta, to remind him. He needs to make a good impression. If Prim doesn't like him, I'm screwed.
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