I look at Finnick's lips: they look so soft and warm.
I don't stop looking at them meanwhile I ask him: "what about you? Tell me something about you".
"I swim since I was 4" he says smiling.
"It's my passion, my dad taught me how to swim" he continues.
All I can imagine now is Finnick Odair with a tight costume, swimming in a pool.
"Woah! Your father should be a good man" I say, looking into his eyes.
He doesn't answer, but he takes a deep breath.
"My father is in jail" he almost whispers.
I'm so stupid, why did I talk about it? Now I make him sad and I feel horrible.
Finnick stands up and looks outside the window.
I go next to him and I rub his shoulders.
"He raped mom and me when I was 5" he exclaims, crying
I don't answer, but I hug him and I let him cry on my shoulders.
"Hey Finnick, now you're safe, now your mom is safe. Don't cry or you won't me handsome anymore. I'm here ssh" I whisper in his ear.
"That girl, Lucia, was so stupid to let you go" he answers, drying his tears.
"Why?" I ask.
"You're so kind, so comfortable, you inspire me hope and I don't even know you" he replies.
This makes me blush and smile like an idiot, I'm glad to be here with Finnick.
"You would jude me if you knew my dirty thoughts" I say.
He laughs.
"I make dirty thoughts too!" he exclaims.
"Yeah but..." I start to say.
"But?" he asks.
I can't say him that I think dirty things about him.
"Nothing" I answer.
"Oh my God! You're blushing! You like someone" he almost screams excited.
"I don't" I answer, checking my cheeks.
"What about you, Finnick?" I ask, trying to change the topic.
"Maybe I've a crush" he whispers.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I ask, smirking.
"Who said that is a girl?" he winks.
I don't know if he's only teasing me, but what he just said, it's music to my ears.
"So aren't you staright?" I ask, curious.
"I'm bisexual" he answers.
Finnick Odair likes boys too. Finnick Odair isn't straight.
I'm not saying that I'll be his boyfriend, but this makes me wanna scream and jump.
"Interesting" I try to seem serious.
"And you baker?" he answer with his sexy voice.
He needs to stop doing that voice and being all flirty with me, I'll be confused.
"I am... I... am...gay" I whispers.
Oh my God! It feels so good saying that.
Finnick is the first one to know it.
"I don't understand: you loved your best friend who was a girl and you're..." he stars saying
"Well... my best friend was a boy, Lukas" I say.
"Ohh now I understand" he winks.
Finnick sits up on bed, crossing his legs.
It's weird how he didn't ask me if I find him attractive, better because I don't want to lie with him.
"I'm hungry" he says in a baby voice.
"I know what you're doing! I won't cook you something" I say, laughing.
"Please" he still makes that baby voice, but he fails because he's now laughing.
"No!" I answer, crossing my arms.
He pushes me on him and keeps asking me to cook something.
Well, if he wanted to convince me, this is the right way.
Finnick's naked chest is now under mine and our bodies are touching, everything is touching, except our lips.
He doesn't talk anymore, he only smiles at me like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.
I look down at his body, his perfect body, his body pressed under mine.
My intimate part his touching his: this is for sure the sexualest thing I've ever done in my life.
I should stand up, before I'll get an erection, but I don't want to.
Finnick stares at me, without moving a nerve.
I stare at him everywhere: his eyes, his lips, his shoulders, his chest, his neck...
I didn't know my lips needed his until now, I'd like to kiss him so bad, but we don't even know each other, he would push me away.
I decide to stand up and cooking something.
"Yeah, I always get what I want to have" he says, following me in the kitchen.
"What do you want Finnick?" I ask.
"Pancakes!" he says, clapping.
He's actually so cute, I don't know how he can pass from hot sex God, to an innocent young boy.
"Okaaaay, I'll cook pancakes for you" I reply.
"Thanks Peeta" he says.
"You're welcome!" I answer, searching for ingredients.
"Not for the pancakes, but for made me smile before. You're a golden boy" he says, smiling.
I hide my face in the pantry, because this guy is able to make me blush only saying my name.
I don't answer, I directly go to cook.
Meanwhile I'm cooking, I start singing a song and I'm so concentrated to not feel Finnick's hands around my hips.
"They look delicious" he says, looking at the pancakes.
I look at his hands, at how his hands are around my hips.
I don't know if Finnick usually does thing like these, or if he's flirting with me.
The only thing I know that will be hard to not fall in love with this guy.