Finnick's hands are still around my waist, but I go away from him, serving the pancakes.
"How can you be single?" he says, eating a whole pancake.
"How can you be single?" I say.
"Well, girls look at me, but now I'm searching for a boy" he answers with another pancake in the mouth.
The fact that Finnick is now interested in boys, makes me happy for a strange reason.
"We should sleep" I say looking at him.
"What is your hobby?" he asks, changing the topic.
I don't have a real hobby, but I like to bake, to photograph and to paint.
I'm pretty good to paint, all because of the bakery.
I started to bake since I was five, my father used to bring me to the bakery like every day.
When I was younger I thought he did it to teach me how to bake, but I understood that he did it to take me away from my mother.
My mother: a cold woman, who wanted a girl and not a boy, but oops I am a boy.
Since she wanted a little girl, she started to hate me, telling me that I'm disgusting and things like that.
Most of the time she only said me bad things, but even when I did nothing, sometimes, she beat me.
Let's go back to my hobbies: I found interesting to paint when I was eleven.
I started to decorate the cakes, since my mother didn't want me to have professional things to paint; she define it "a waste of time".
My father, a good man who married a bitch, bought me my first brush, I felt so happy, but I had to paint in other places because if my mother figured out that, she probably would beat me until my death.
"I like to paint" I say to Finnick.
"Oh my god, it's amazing!" he exclaims.
"For real?" I ask confused.
"Yes!" he answeres with an excited voice.
"You want me to paint something, don't you?" I ask, smiling.
"Of course" he says.
"Well I haven't a brush or things like that" I sadly say, looking at the floor.
"But I have!" he says in an even more excited voice.
What? Why has Finnick Odair, a swimmer, brushes and things to paint?
"You're kidding me" I say, laughing.
He doesn't answer, he just holds my sweating hand and takes me in a room.
"My mother was obsessed with these things, but she never used them" he says.
I'm looking at an amazing room: full of colors to paint, brushes of different sizes, canvases, easels, it's so amazing.
"Paint me something" Finnick whispers in my left ear.
This is like the first time I don't focus on Finnick: I'm still looking at all these things, imagining in a future to have a room like this, where I can paint, where I can find myself, where I can make understand the people who I am by the paintings.
"...but tomorrow, it's really late" he continues.
He leaves my hand and goes to his room.
"Thank you Finnick, I've never used all those things to paint" I say, smiling.
"You deserve it" he replies, looking at me.
"...and I want to know how much you're talented" he continues, not looking at me anymore.
"Good night, Finnick" I say, smiling.
"Good night Peeta" he says, smiling too.
I close my eyes, feeling in a happy way.
[...]
I look at myself in the mirror: I'm an adult, then Finnick comes behind me, he's an adult too, and softly kisses me on my lips.
It feels so good, we continue, but a child comes between us.
"Daddy Peeta!" he says.
So I'm a dad. I look at Finnick: he's smiling and he's wearing a ring, I'm wearing a ring too: WE'RE MARRIED AND THIS IS OUR CHILD!
"Yes, Bear?" I ask.
"Daddy Peeta can you draw me something?" he asks in his soft voice who makes me and Finnick smile.
"Sure!" I exclaim.
I hold Bear's tiny hand and he takes me into a room: everything it's painted with a orange, a soft orange, and there I've my paintings.
I sit down and I start to paint, meanwhile Bear is looking at me, not losing anything.
I wake up and I'm looking at the ceiling.
I can't believe that I dreamt Finnick, well it doesn't mean anything. It mustn't mean anything. Right?
But the most amazing thing of the dream was that I had a place where I can paint in peace.
I look at Finnick's side which is empty, he's probably having a breakfast.
I get up and I go to the bathroom, I wash my face when Finnick opens the shower curtain and I look at a wet and naked Finnick Odair.
"Oh my God" I scream.
He screams too, covering his intimate part.
"Damn Peeta, if you want to see my dick, you should ask me!" he screams.
"I swear I didn't want to!" I scream too, trying to not look at him.
"Cover your eyes!" he says.
"Cover your body!" I say.
"Pass me that towel" he replies.
I cover my eyes and I pass him the towel.
"Can I look now?" I ask.
"Yes" he answers.
Well, even if he isn't naked, he's still hot as fuck.
In front of me there's a wet Finnick Odair, with only a towel on.
"You're blushing"
His hair are all messy and...
"You're blushing" he says again.
"What?" I say, taking back to the real world.
"Oh God!" I realize and I touch my face.
He laughs saying that I don't have to worry.
"Well now I've to dry myself" he says.
"Yeah you've to dry yoursel" I repeat, looking at him.
"So..." he starts to say.
"So?" I ask.
"So you must go out, bye bye Peeta!" he replies smiling.
"Bye... bye... Peeta woah!" I say, still looking at him.
He gently pushes me out meanwhile I'm realizing how much I've been stupid, but at the same time I can't think to anything else, only to Finnick.
This boy, with his green eyes, with his perfect body, with his charm, with his smile, caring about me.
I don't want to fall in love to have again a broken heart, I don't want to, but it isn't easy since he's flirting with me like there's no a tomorrow.