KPOV

So hot again. At least I know where I'm at this time and know why I'm so hot. I look down and have to stifle a laugh because of how Christian is draped over me like he was trying to crawl on top of me and failed midway. The small noise that escapes my mouth wakes him up and he rolls off of me with a grunt.

I realize that the two mornings I've been with Christian, I've slept soundly. No nightmares of explosions or mutt fires. No seeing Peeta's broken and burned body. It reminds me of how once Peeta and I started sleeping together, the nightmares would fade away.

Looking over at Christian, who's rubbing his eyes, I ask, "So, why did it look like you literally just fell on me?"

I sit up watching him, his muscles flexing as he stretches out. I notice he has boxers on when I know he came to bed gorgeously naked. "Did you get up earlier? You didn't have underwear on last night."

"Yeah, I got up for a run early this morning with Taylor. You were still knocked out when I came back, so I showered and fell back asleep." He says nonchalantly, getting up from the bed and going into his closet. "Get dressed and we'll have breakfast and I'll fill you in on tonight's festivities."

"Oh yes, the business dress." I mumble as I go to the bathroom.

"What was that?" Christian asks as he comes into the bathroom, knotting a tie around his neck.

"You're going to work?" I'm not sure why I thought he'd spend every minute with me.

"Just to make sure everything is set for tonight. The dinner is being held in my building, so I want to make certain it's perfect." He watches me as I start to brush my teeth and then shakes his head, walking out. "Do you want Mrs. Jones to make anything in particular for you?"

I finish with my teeth and rinse my mouth. "Waffles? Maybe with some fruit?"

"Okay, get dressed, I'll meet you downstairs." Christian calls out from the bedroom. I look at myself in the mirror; hair's actually not that messy, so I leave it down.

As I'm walking out of the bathroom, I run right into Christian's chest. I stumble back, "I'm sorry. I thought you went downstairs."

He has his hands on my arms, in case I was to fall. "I was."

I just look at him, a deer stuck in a trap. I can't even blink my eyes as his face comes down to mine and he places a perfect kiss to my lips. His hands go up to cradle my face and I open my mouth. This is what I had expected first thing this morning. Only this is much better than what was in my mind. So much better than what was in my mind. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in and touching mine. Just as I'm about to lean into him, he pulls back and looks down at me.

"Get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." He lets me go and walks away.

I have to lean myself against the doorframe, wouldn't want to fall face down on his damn carpet! I quickly get dressed once I've taken a few deep breaths. It looks like it's going to be another nice day, so a pair of running shorts and a tank top are the winners.

Christian is already sitting at the table eating. He looks up at me and smiles when he sees my attire. "Good, you chose the perfect clothes because I'm going to introduce you to my trainer, Claude, today."

"Oh, okay. I just figured I'd go for a run too. I'd rather go out hunting, but there are no woods around here." I tell him, settling down just as Mrs. Jones sets a plate before me. "Should I wait to eat this then?"

He looks at the food. "Eat the fruit at least now, so you have something in your stomach. Mrs. Jones can keep your food warm for you."

"Of course, Dear. Here you go." The older woman takes the bigger plate and sets some fruit and juice in front of me.

Right before I pop a strawberry in my mouth, I ask Christian, "So what's this Claude going to make me do?"

"Well, I did tell him you like to hunt and that you're really good, so he may work with that some. Knowing him, he'll have something special set up for you. He'll for sure make you do something for endurance. I told him what you're capable of or what you were capable of, so he'll go off of that."

I finish eating my melon and swallow. "What do you do when you're with him?"

Christian takes a sip of his juice. I'm surprised he's not drinking coffee. "Usually boxing, martial arts. Weight training and I run every other day now."

"What do you mean, 'now'?"

"I used to run every day at least five or six miles but now it's seven every other morning." He answers me without batting an eyelash.

I know my mouth is wide open and I shake my head. "You would have been a perfect tribute."

He smiles, "Yes, but I don't think I could have killed anyone."

"Neither did I." I say in a low voice. I wave my hand at him. "Never mind all that. What about tonight? Is there anything I should know?"

Christian nods his head, knowing better than to keep talking about the Games. "Well, I already told you Beetee will probably be there. There will more than likely be a few familiar faces because most have invested some of their money in my business."

"And what is your business?" I'm just now realizing that he has a ton of money but I have no idea how he makes it and Johanna told me nothing about it.

"Well, I used to buy businesses that weren't doing so well and fix them. With the money from that, I can now freely spend it on making sure everyone has enough food to eat and medical supplies, things like that."

"What do you mean by 'now'?" I keep asking him questions, popping different pieces of fruit into my mouth.

"Well, when Snow was in charge, it was hard to freely send the money where I wanted. So, we had other ways, made it looked like we were just touring sites for new places to build or take over, well, anything really. Now, I don't have to pretend about anything, I can just send in the supplies needed in different districts and hire anyone I want. I have found the best people in every district from every field. They get to work in their district, helping their district and I get to help by giving them that job."

"Wow, I never realized anyone cared about other districts before." I tell him honestly because there's no point in lying about it.

"Remember Katniss, I wasn't born here, I knew another place, I may not remember it well, but I've seen it and I've seen enough of other districts to know that not everyone has what they need." He discloses.

I just nod my head at him and finish my fruit plate. Mrs. Jones takes it away and washes it when I'm done. Christian gets up from the table, holding his hand out to me. "Ready to go work-out?"

"Sure." I slip my hand into his and feel a shock go through it. Not a literal shock, but just this feeling of excitement of touching him again. "Should I grab a towel or anything?"

"No, Claude has everything you'll need there." He tells me, not letting my hand go, even as we get into the elevator that will take us downstairs.

Once inside the elevator, Christian mumbles, "What is it about elevators?" And then pulls me in and kisses me hard. We end up pushed against the cool wall and I grab his arms, wanting him to hold me tighter to him. I wrap one leg up onto his waist and he holds it there, rubbing my skin, setting every bit of me on fire it seems. Then, just as the elevator slows down and right before we hear the ding to let us know it's stopping, Christian lets me go and stands up straight, fixing his tie before grabbing my hand again.

How can he do that? Just stop kissing when I would have let him take me right here in the elevator? I want him so bad right now and I know it'll be at least a few hours before that will happen. It's a good thing he's sending me to this trainer, I need to hit something and have a good excuse for taking a cold shower afterwards.