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Katniss' POV

"So warm. So cozy. I'd never had such a good night's sleep before. I didn't even want to open my eyes. I realized that I was hugging something. Probably just a pillow. I cuddled it closer, appreciating the comfort it gave me. At least, that was until I noticed that the pillow was hugging me back. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I found a sleeping Cato holding me in his sleep.

And so, of course, I screamed. Loudly. As in a thundering, ear splitting, cacophonous scream. It's no shocker that this woke him up too.

"Mm, what's wrong? Go to sleep," he mumbled.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Instead of answering, he used one arm to cover his head with a pillow, whilst the other remained on top of me. "Don't touch me!" I hissed, shoving him away. Groaning, he sat up, and stared at me. As he did so, the blanket lowered a little, revealing his very alluring chest, packed with muscles, and inviting me to touch them. I had a serious headache. It must be the pain messing with my head.

"Don't you remember last night?" he asked, with a mixture of slight annoyance and disappointment in his voice. As I stretched my mind, attempting to figure out what he was on about, a hurried knock echoed into the room.

"Katniss?" Peeta's voice called from the other side. This snapped Cato fully awake. He began searching for somewhere to hide. However, he added, "I'm coming in." With my door opening, and Cato still on my bed, I only had one option left. I pushed him down, and covered us both with the blanket.

"Ouch," I heard him complain.

"Shut up," I whispered, preparing for Peeta to come in.

"Are you okay?" He rushed over, holding my shoulders.

"Um, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I forced myself to laugh, adjusting myself in a way to cover up the lump of Cato under the blankets. God, he was huge.

"I heard a shout."

"Oh, I just... just had a bad dream," I lied.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No!" I exclaimed in fear that Cato would get caught. "I mean... No, I'm alright. I've already forgotten most of it anyway." He nodded in understanding, but then narrowed his eyes.

"Hey," he said, pointing at the trolley with mostly empty bottles. "Isn't that Haymitch's alcohol cart?"

"Um, yeah... I was a little nervous last night, and drank a little - just a little - to help me calm down a bit. Haymitch drank most of it." At first, he seemed satisfied with my answer, which I hoped was plausible, but then he asked something else.

"Why is there male clothing on the floor?"

"What is this, an interrogation?" I forced myself to laugh. "I simply like to wear guy clothes. They're comfortable."

"Even," his stare was locked on a part of the floor that I couldn't see, "underwear?" Following his gaze, I found that there was indeed a pair of boxers lying on the floor. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I had to force myself to not pull Cato out from under the covers.

"Yes. Even underwear," I forced myself to say seriously. "What? Am I not allowed to wear male underwear?"

"Wait, what?"

"I..." I said slowly, taking in a deep breath, "I like to wear men's boxers."

"Whose clothes do they even belong to?" The way he asked this sounded like he was accusing me of something.

"Hey," I began, irritated at whatever he was thinking, until I realised my mistake. I had to correct myself. "Hey... Mitch. Right... Haymitch."

"Er, right..." he trailed off, confusion plastered on his face. "Since I'm here, can I talk to you about yesterday?"

"Um..." I could feel Cato moving under the blanket.

"I mean, I'm sorry for surprising you yesterday with what I said, but the thing is it's all true, and I - "

"Peeta, not right now," I interrupted. "I just woke up. We'll talk later, yeah?" He agreed and in a painfully slow manner, he left my room, shutting the door behind him. As soon as he did so, Cato's head popped out from under the blanket, desperately gasping for air, whilst choking on a wild fit of sudden laughter.

"Oh dear God," he scoffed.

"Why is your underwear on my floor?" I had to force myself to keep my voice low. "What's going on?"

After a few minutes, Cato managed to collect himself. "Right, well, yesterday we came here for the potion. You remember that, right?"

"Yeah, but why're you in my bed?"

"I'm getting to it, I'm getting to it. Don't rush me." I glared at him. "'I like to wear men's boxers'." he quoted me, smirking.

"Oh shut up," I said, punching his arm, but found myself smiling too. "C'mon, tell me!"

"Well, we just drank a bit to calm you down, and then fell asleep. By the way, how is your ankle?"

I wondered if sleeping was all we did. "Quite sore I think, but improving. I haven't put my weight on it yet - Stop distracting me! Go and pick up your damn underwear!"

"Yes, ma'am!" And with that, he jumped off of the bed, leaving me under the covers, and revealing... Well, revealing a naked Cato. Covering my eyes, I hid under the covers. I definitely did not recall him removing them.

"Oh yeah, you're a virgin, right?"

"I'm blind! You've blinded me!" I complained.

"So dramatic," he scoffed.
"You could've given me a warning or something. Have you covered yourself?"

"Yep." Hesitantly, I opened my eyes. He was, once again, wearing his underwear.

"Why weren't you wearing them in the first place? Actually," I said, taking the blanket off, "why am I barely wearing anything?"

He shrugged. "It was hot."

"Whatever. Turn around." My head was killing too much to care right now.

"Why?"

"I need to get changed." He didn't say anything. "I'd prefer it if you weren't looking."

"Okay. You turn around too, then." I had no idea why he'd ask me to turn around if he was already comfortable with me seeing him naked, but I didn't feel like arguing. I was still sat on my bed, but looking the other way, trying to find my clothes. Once I wasn't looking at him, he crawled onto the bed, hugging me from behind.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothin'"

"Get off."

"Only if you hug me back." He grinned.

"No."

"Then I'm not letting go."

"Leave me alone!"

"Do you really, truly, actually, seriously, literally not remember last night?" he asked, sounding slightly upset, but trying to cover it up with his childish personality.

"I don't. Now let go."

"Nope." We were both so stubborn that I knew that this could go on forever. In order to get ready quickly, I decided to just give him what he wanted. I turned around to meet his face, his hold on me loosening. Since he's quite a bit taller, I had to kneel upwards. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and then slowly pulled him close. We remained there for a while, with neither of us saying anything, wrapped in each other's embrace. Although I don't want to admit it, I liked it. Memories of last night flooded back, and I remembered our drunken kiss last night. This made me hold him tighter. I wanted to kiss him again. To taste him one more time without the influence of alcohol.

"Okay?" I asked, moving back a little.

"Y - Yeah." He sounded flustered. "Are you okay?"

Deciding not to think about it, I cupped his cheek, and sweetly kissed his lips. Due to shock, he didn't have time to react.

"Now I am." I smiled up at him. I think we've been through enough to classify as friends. I guess I didn't want to be just friends though.

"You remember?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" he sighed, sounding like he'd been defeated, as he laid on his back again on the bed.

"Simple," I said, curling up next to him. "I'm captivating you, Cato."