When I see Finnick he wears nothing, but only a pair of underwear: I don't know what he wants to do, but I can't no look at him.
"I... am...sorry" I slowly say, talking about what happened in the bathroom.
I'm not really sorry for real, but I've to say sorry anyway.
"Don't worry blondie" he says, running his left hand in his bronze hair.
Damn!
I try to not look at his whole body without thinking about him naked and wet, but it's impossible.
I don't know why my mind finds so attractive Finnick Odair, oh well maybe it's because he's kind, sweet, sexy and...shit maybe I know why my mind finds him attractive.
"Paint me something" he says.
"I don't have to paint you naked, right?" I ask in a worried voice, even if i wouldn't mind.
"Only if you want to" he answers smiling.
He isn't smiling like a cute boy, no: he's smiling in a way that makes me feel weak everywhere, even in my knees and that makes me feel a hot and good sensation.
"What?" I ask confused.
"I mean you've already seen me naked" he answers with no feelings in his voice.
"I said you sorry" I say, feeling bad.
"And I said to not worry" he replies, holding my hands.
"I mean we are friends, we are males" he continues, holding my hands and looking into my eyes.
"...but I'm gay. It's different for me" I say, looking at the floor.
"And I'm bisexual, so? Peeta there isn' anything bad if you find me attractive" he exclaims, giving me hope.
"...I mean I find you kinda attractive" he continues.
WAIT WHAT? Does Finnick Odair find me attractive? Did I hear well?
Holy shit!
Well, but it doesn't mean he will be my boyfriend, but this is better than nothing, right?
Of course it's right, he said that he finds me attractive.
I would like to kiss his lips which make me crazy, but I don't want to do wrong moves with him.
"Peeta? Are you here?" he asks.
"Yes...yes" I answer, still shocked.
He's still holding my hands, when he hugs me; his sent is so beautiful: coconut.
"So will you paint me something?" he asks.
"Sure" I answer, smiling like an idiot.
Finnick holds my hand and takes me in that room again.
Every time I enter there, I feel amazed.
"What will you paint?" he questions me.
I already know the answer: a beautiful sunset, a beach and Finnick...Finnick looking at that sunset, sitting on the sand.
"It will take some time" I inform him.
Finnick doesn't look worried, indeed he smiles, this time in a cute way.
I sit and I start choosing the colors.
I don't tell Finnick what I'll paint, I want it to be a surprise, he'll find out later.
"Can you please go in front of me, but shot from behind?" I ask.
He doesn't answer, he does it.
I analize every detail of his back, since I have to paint him looking at the sun.
"Do you wanna paint my butt?" he questions, laughing.
I laugh too and I realize that I've never felt so happy since my father baked me a cake for my 6th birthday
I still remember that day: mom didn't want me to have cakes on my birthdays.
She said that we mustn't celebrate the birth of a disgusting creature: me.
My father, saw me crying in my room and made me the happiest surprise ever: he gave me a cake all orange, my favorite color, with written on: "Happy bday Peeta!".
I know that maybe it isn't a big gift, but for me is.
With time my mother calmed down, taking medicines (god bless), but there are times that she still hates me and beats me.
I think she does it because she wanted a girl, not another boy.
I refuse to think about bad things and I decide to focus on my work.
I start to paint the sand; meanwhile I do it, I think about that scene: Finnick sitting on the sand, alone, looking at a beautiful sunset with nobody disturbing him.
The sun making his eyes even more green, him softly smiling: beautiful.
I was so focused on my work that I didn't feel Finnick moving and going behind me to look me working.
"It's amazing" he says, almost in a whisper.
It takes me hours and hours, but Finnick is still there, following all my moves and smiling to me when I meet his look.
This Finnick doesn't look like the one who flirts with me: this Finnick is calm, relaxed, sweet, lovely and...Stop, Mellark!
After hours I can finally say to have finished my work.
"Oh my God Peeta! This is pure talent!" Finnick says looking at the paint meanwhile smiling.
"I'm glad you like it!" I say.
"Yes..." he replies coming closer to me.
"I've never kissed a boy" he continues, looking into my eyes: I think he loves my eyes.
"You should taste boys' lips" I say, looking at his.
"Should I?" he asks.
I nod.
My heart beats so hard, my heart doesn't stop and we're so close that I can hear his breathe and his heart beating.
"You've a message" he says.
"What?" I ask.
Then I check my phone: shit is mom, I've to go.
My mother doesn't text me in YEARS and when does she do it? When I was kissing Finnick Odair, obvious.
"I've to go" I shyly say.
Finnick is all red, he's even cuter.
I open the door and I go back home