KPOV

Christian seems groggy, which is odd given that he wants me to work out to build stamina.

"Are you okay? We don't have to shower; we can do it in the morning?" I let him know, watching him carefully.

He sits up quickly as if he's gotten a second wind. "No, I'd like to get cleaned up. I'm fine, a little thirsty maybe."

"I'll go get you something other than water if you'd like." I offer, getting off the bed and grabbing the robe.

Christian gets up too and heads to the bathroom. "There's some red juice in a container, a glass of that with some ice would be great."

"Okay, I'll be right back." I look him over again. He looks okay, even the tiredness around his eyes have disappeared.

"I'm fine, Katniss, I just need something other than water. I didn't drink enough liquids today is all. I usually have a bottle of water or juice with me at all times when I'm out."

I hesitate and he comes over, towering above me. "As much as I'd love to spank you again, you've had enough for one night. Go, Katniss, get me some cranberry juice."

He gives me a quick swat to the butt as I turn away anyway.

"Hey!" I call out, but run quickly when his sexy, but devilish grin pops into place.

Going into the kitchen, I flip on the lights. I grab a glass and then open the refrigerator. There are a few different juices to choose from, but I find the one he wants and after filling the glass with ice, pour the juice. I've never had it, so I take a sip. It's kind of tart but a flavor I could get used to.

I go back up to his bedroom, taking my time, actually looking at the paintings this time. I stop by the one of the sunset over a beach. I see it in the corner of the painting, his mark; Peeta's little mark to let everyone and anyone know that he did this. I touch it carefully, making sure Christian isn't around to see me. But as I check over my shoulder, there he is, in all his naked glory, looking sexy as ever. I pull my hand back and walk to him, handing him the glass.

"Do you like it? My sister gave it to me a couple of years ago?" He asks, and then takes a sip of his juice. "Whoever painted it really captured the beauty of the sun and the water. It takes talent to do that."

"Yes, I know. I knew the artist." I look back at the painting and then back to Christian.

"Really? Knew the artist?" He starts to follow me as I walk back to his bedroom and into the bathroom.

I close the door behind us and take off the robe. He's already started the shower, so all the mirrors are already fogged up with steam. Just before I step into the shower, I turn to him and say, "Yes, Peeta painted that a few years ago after we went to District 4 to see Annie and Finnick's baby boy."

"I'm sorry, Katniss, I had no idea." He apologizes, setting the glass down on the marble counter. "My sister said she found it in a shop here in the Capitol and she gave it to me."

I'm in the shower at this point and don't want to hear him feeling sorry for me, so I put my head right under the strong flow of water. I feel him step in behind me and he carefully turns me to face him. "Katniss, I had no idea."

I shrug; I don't want to cry again. "It's fine, you didn't know how would you if it was a gift, right? Besides, he never signed his actual name to the ones he sent back here, he didn't want people to know, he didn't make money off of them."

"What, then why sell them?" Christian seems so lost with the concept.

"The money went straight to different food banks in all of the districts. He always said we had more than enough and it was a good way to give to others without taking credit for it." I feel the tears and I can't stop them from falling down. Nor do I care anymore.

He pulls me into his embrace and kisses the top of my head. "If you want, I'll put the painting away, get something else to put up there."

I smile against his chest and then look up at him. "No, it is a beautiful painting; he always had a thing for sunsets. I am glad I told you though."

"Would you have if I hadn't caught you looking at it?" He seems hurt that I would keep it from him.

"I really don't know. Only if it came up I guess." I tell him honestly. Christian nods, seems satisfied with the answer. "Now, are you going to clean me or do I have to do it myself?"

"Well, now, aren't we Miss Bossy?" He jokes as he grabs a washcloth and puts some soap onto it.

We clean each other well and I have to say that I have never felt so relaxed and ready for bed as I am at that moment. Christian insists on brushing my hair, making sure there are no tangles at all. I could have fallen asleep while he was doing that, but for some reason, I couldn't stop watching him behind me in the mirror. He kept complimenting me on keeping my hair long and how shiny and full it is. By the time he's done, I'm more then ready for bed and brush my teeth quickly.

I climb into the massive bed and when Christian settles down into it, I snuggle next to him and lay my head on his chest. He has one hand stroking my hair, making me drowsier by the second and the other is over my hand resting above his heart. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep at all. The weird thing is that I think I heard him say,

"Stay with me."