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Katniss POV

Peeta was driving us out of the state? It took around an hour to reach the Kentucky border, and I looked over at him in confusion. He just grinned back at me with that dumb smile that can get away with anything.

"Are you taking me out into the middle of nowhere to murder me?" I tease.

"You know, I actually decided against taking you to the middle of nowhere earlier because I have a pretty good idea that it would not be me walking away from that scenario." He tells me. Okay, I can work with that. I haven't exactly seen him fight, but I am a witch, so he's probably right.

"So where are we going?" I ask. He winks, and I can't deny how cute that was. Damn him.

"You'll just have to see. It's not much longer, we'll be there soon." He promised. I nodded, looking out the window to try to figure out where we're going. Considering the fact that I've been out of Tennessee exactly once, I don't have a lot to go off.

Peeta pulls off the highway, and I check the road signs as we pass them.

"Mammoth Cave National Park? What is that?" I ask. If it was some huge attraction, I'm sure I would've heard of it. I'm pretty isolated, but I still know about things...

"You'll see." He repeats, and if he didn't have such a cute smile, it would annoy me.

We parked, got out and walked towards the visitor center. Caves?

"You brought me to see caves?" I ask him, confused. He doesn't answer, instead leading me towards the "park" entrance, which was basically just down a ton of stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, I looked around me, gaping. These are some amazing caves.

I felt Peeta's hand wrap around mine, and he tugged me towards the walking path through the cave. Everything was echoing but in the seconds between noises, everything was silent and peaceful. The cave formations took my breath away.

"It's beautiful." I mutter, and Peeta's hand squeezes mine. He's looking at me when he says,

"I know."

I feel my cheeks flush, but in the low light of the cave, he probably couldn't see it.

In my jeans pocket, my free hand is wrapped around the tiny vial I brought. Just in case. In this magical cave with the lights just so and the soft echoes surrounding us, I might just need to use it.

We walked around the cave hand-in-hand for awhile before we were ushered out by the park rangers at closing. To be fair, it was quite late to be wandering around a dark cave.

Still, the sounds of the outside with the distant highway noise and the light of the setting sun, I felt like our moment was slipping away. Good. I refuse to lose this bet.

"Hey, I brought us another surprise." Peeta whispered as we walked to his car. "I have some good wine for us, let's find a nice spot to watch the rest of the sunset before we head back home."

I nod in agreement, wine sounds amazing right now.

It takes a few minutes to find a pulloff where our view of the sunset isn't obscured by scrubby trees, but once we find it, the view is amazing.

"C'mon, I'll pour you a glass." Peeta smiles, getting out and opening the trunk.

I feel both like a middle-aged woman and like a teenager when we sit on the top of his car drinking what is probably expensive wine from actual glass wine glasses. Peeta gestures to the sunset with his wine.

"That's my favorite color. Sort of a soft orange." He tells me, smiling.

"Orange?" I ask, although it does make sense. Orange is a warm color for a warm person.

"Yeah, what's your favorite color? I feel like we never talk about the 'deep stuff.'" He says, looking into my eyes so earnestly that I don't know how to react. I scoff lightly.

"Favorite colors are 'the deep stuff?'"

Peeta just shrugs, smiling at me.

"The 'deep stuff' is whatever you want it to be, Katniss."

Favorite colors works. I point to a tree down the road.

"Green. Like that tree. And most other trees too." I tell him, feeling dumb. He's so good at words and speaking, I can't compete.

Peeta looks off in the direction I point to. My heart is racing in my chest as I take that second to dump the contents of the tiny love potion vial into his wine. My hands are shaking as I try to stuff the stopper back in and get it out of sight as quickly as possible.

He turns back right as I'm tucking the vial back into my pocket, which he thankfully doesn't notice. He picks up his wine again, and I can hear my blood rushing in my ears.

We both turn back to admire the sunset, and I can't help but panic.

What did I do? I can't just make an excuse and take off, we're in the middle of nowhere. Now, he's going to be head over heels in love with me and I can't do anything about it until we get back to my place, which is at least an hour away. I can't help but act guilty and just pray he doesn't notice.

"I have a question for you, Katniss." He breaks the silence, making me jump. Crap crap crap...

"Okay, what is it?" I ask, hesitant.

"What do you do with your time? Like, I work in a bakery, but what does a witch do? Brew potions?" He raises his wine glass to gesture with, and with every movement, I'm waiting for his behavior to change as the potion kicks in. I calm down slightly, but even when I laugh, it sounds fake and nervous. If he notices, he doesn't comment.

"I uh... I don't do a whole lot. I take care of sick people sometimes if they come by, I keep things running, grow food, take it to the market on the corner? You know, the one that sells the really good fruit? They sell my produce there, so that's kind of how I earn money. I don't know, I just kind of... live." I explain, not really sure what I actually did today or yesterday.

I glance at Peeta's face, and he's smiling at me with the softest expression on his face.

It's kicking in.

"That sounds really nice. I've probably eaten your produce, I shop at that market all the time." He tells me, reaching out to brush my hair back gently. My eyes close, and I can fell my heart pounding out of my chest.

"Yeah, you probably have."

"Would you consider selling wholesale to the bakery? Like fruits and stuff to put in breads?" He asks, his hand coming to rest on mine on the roof of his car. I try not to flinch away.

"Yeah, I mean I don't really have anything right now, but..." I trail off as he scoots closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and looking off into the disappearing sunset. I'm afraid that he'll feel my racing heart, but if he does, he doesn't mention it.

Against my better judgement, I lean my head down to rest on his shoulder, and he rests his head on mine, his thumb caressing my shoulder. Admittedly, it is really nice and I feel both safe and content like this.

Dammit, Everdeen, get it together!

All I have to do is hold out until he drops the L-bomb, and then I can 'break up' with him, tell him he lost and we can move on with our lives.

Maybe he'll be a little bummed out, but I can make an anti-love potion and have Buttercup spike his morning coffee with it or something.

It'll be fine, just gotta hold out a little longer. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

The sunset disappears, leaving nothing behind but a pink-tinged sky and a dusky light.

Peeta puts our wine glasses aside and helps me down from the roof, leaving his hands on my waist for a moment longer than strictly necessary, but I don't mind.

His eyes bore into my soul, and he leans down slowly... closer... towards my lips...

His kiss is warm and tender, and I feel a tingle from my spine out to my fingertips and toes. It's a beautiful kiss, and he pulls away too soon.

Crap. What did I do?

I can't wait to finish the next chapter, it's going to be so full of drama! Leave me a review (don't need an account to leave a review) and tell me who you think will crack first, and don't forget to check out the new poll on my profile!

Review response: guest, Prim doesn't live with Katniss, she has her own place. She lives sort of a normal life with college and roommates etc, and Katniss is still in the castle holding down the fort. They're both adults in the story. Thanks for your review!