Hey guys! Sorry it's been forever since my last update...I don't really have a reason, but I can give you a million excuses if you want.

Anyway, R&R please!

As I step off the elevator and onto the second floor, I meet a wall of flesh. I fall to the floor, and my bags scatter across the hallway.

"I am so sorry!" A deep, male voice says as a hand reaches down to help me stand up. "I was totally caught up in my own world."

The spicy scent of this beautiful stranger's cologne, added to his stunning blue eyes, distracts all thoughts from my mind. "Uh, yeah, it's okay. Thanks," I mutter, captured in his deep blue eyes.

"Are you sure? I feel bad."

I shrug and nod as I adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

Still, this beautiful stranger is not satisfied with my answer. "At least let me take you for a bite to eat. I feel so bad."

"Okay, I could go for a free meal." I say, my voice bubbling with excitement.

A brilliant, white smile flashes at me. "Can I help you find your room and then we'll go find a place?"

I shrug, already maneuvering my way around him. "Well come on then. I don't have all night."

His heavy footsteps trail behind me as I scan the room numbers for my room. Finding it, I pull my bags around the door and slide the key in to unlock it. With my shoulder I keep the door open as I wheel my bags into the door. It's spacious and lush with a king sized bed with about a million pillow. "Dang."

"Score one for me," the deep voice mutters behind me.

I whip around and spear him with a deep scowl. "What?"

"I just met you, and I'm in your room. I'd say I scored big time."

Rolling my eyes, I turn to face him. "You wish."

He rolls his eyes right back at me. "Chow time?"

I look at him with one quirked eyebrow. "Do I get fifteen minutes to get cleaned up from my fifteen hour drive?"

The stranger with the blue eyes shrugs and flops onto the bed. "Sure, take all the time you need."

"Thanks," I mutter as I dig through one of my suitcases to find clean underwear. "Hey, what's your name?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask me that. I'm Peeta Mellark." He sighs as he flips through channels on the television.

I smile. "I'm Katniss."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," I mutter. "I'm gonna hop in the shower."

The shower shutters on, and it's cold. I strip slowly to let it warm up a bit before I step in. The moment I step in, I rinse the dirt out of my hair and massage in the shampoo that has been provided. I scrub my body viciously while I let the conditioner soak into my long locks.

I step from the shower and wrap a towel around my torso and wrap my long tresses in a towel. Pulling on my undergarments, a black bra and panties, I make faces at myself in the mirror. I forgot my dress in my suitcase.

"Peeta?" I call out to the stranger on my bed.

"Yeah?"

"I'm coming out, but I'm not entirely decent. All I ask is that you don't laugh at me."

I take Peeta's silence as understand and open the bathroom door. Insecurity overcomes me, and I wrap my arms around my chest so Peeta doesn't see. I linger in the bathroom doorway a moment as a cocky sense of confidence fills me. I don't care what he thinks.

"Help me pick out a dress?" I ask him, even though I told myself I didn't care about his opinion.

He shrugs and goes through one of my suitcases. "I like this one." He says while holding up a soft orange number with a deep V-neck.

I nod and take the dress from his hands and pull it over my body, grateful he chose one without a zipper. "Let me braid my hair, and then we're good to go."

Sitting next to the blue eyed stranger, I towel dry my hair and pull it over my right shoulder. Peeta looks over to me and smiles. "You should leave your hair down. It's pretty."

I shrug. "Let's go then, I'm hungry."

Sorry it's short. And I know that I switched tenses. I'll be changing the previous chapters to match, so don't judge. Okay?