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Chapter 6
Peeta Mellark is staying here with me. Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into? I'm a sniffling wreck, his arms holding me together, I lay on his chest. His fingers are working their way through my hair repeatedly in an effort to soothe me, my breathing is beginning to even out as he plants a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I sit up and wipe my face, "I should go take a shower, I'm a mess."
"Alright then, should I-"
"No," I interrupt, "please don't…u-unless you want to I mean.."
"No," he smiles, "I'll be here when you get back."
"Good." I smile back. I pad across the small bedroom into the bathroom, "make yourself at home," I say before I shut the door.
The boy on the other side of the door is all I can think about the whole time I'm in the shower. What will he expect now? I don't even know what I expect. I think about the way he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my head, my body burns with desire. I want this boy, I want him so bad it hurts. He's different from the others I've had experience with, I don't want to ruin this by making it physical already but, God, I want him to kiss me again, I want to kiss him back, I want his hands in my hair and on my skin. I have got it bad for Peeta Mellark and I thought I would never feel anything again. I turn the water off, dry off, and throw on an old t-shirt and some comfy shorts, braid my hair, take a deep breath and open the door. There he is, Peeta, laying in my bed. He smiles at me when he sees me and I'm having a difficult time believing that this is not a dream.
"Hey, how was the shower?" he asks, "Do you feel better?
"Yes, much better." I walk over and sit on the bed with him. I didn't think this would be this awkward, but I just don't know what he expects from me know.
I'm staring at my hands when he reaches out and grabs one, "Katniss?"
"Yeah, sorry, I just kinda zoned out."
"Are you ready to lay down?" Great. I guess I was wrong, he's not different, he just wants sex, just like everyone else. Not that I don't want to have sex with him, I just wanted more, I'm not ready for that right now. "I'll sleep on the couch if you want." Hold up. Maybe I was wrong.
"No, you don't need to do that, it's so tiny and really uncomfortable to sleep on, trust me." I say before I even know what I'm saying.
"Oh, ok then, if you insist, then I will sleep with you."
"I do." I start to pull the covers down so we can climb in, I notice he looks uncomfortable. He's trying to decide what to sleep in. "You don't have to sleep in your clothes, you know, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
He nods as he steps out of his shoes and shorts; he pulls off his shirt and climbs under the covers with me in nothing but his boxers. Holy hell, he's even more beautiful than I thought he was. I roll over to cuddle up to him, desperately seeking his touch to satiate the desire burning inside of me. He wraps his arms around me, I notice he smells faintly of cinnamon and I love it. Sleep is starting to overcome me.
"Katniss?"
"Hmm?"
"Thanks for inviting me over."