So yes, I know. I haven't updated. Yes, I know. I am a horrible person. But enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 7: A First Real Kiss.
First, thing my mind registers: slap him. And I do just that. My hand collides with his face and he yelps, pushing back with his palm on his face. He stops and says, "Owww, Katniss!" I freeze then come back to life, immediately registering what I did. "Oh my god, Peeta! I'm so sorry." He rubs his face and says, "Where am I?" I bite my lip and answer, "My home." His face softens and says, "Great. Why am I here?" I sigh, my mother was right when she said he would not remember. I respond catiously, "You don't remember?" He shakes his head and says, "I remember making bread and then bam, I'm kissing you. Which by the way, how did we end up like that?" I avoid the question by asking, "Peeta, how are you feeling?"
He blinks a few times and responds, "I'm good." I nod and get up as he asks, "Where are you going?" I look at him and say, "I'm going to call my mother to come check on you." He shakes his head and says, "No. Can you stay with me? I can't bear waking up your mother to check on me." I nod and look down and he sits up, making space for me on our only couch. I hesistate to slip in next to him, but I decide that the coldness is getting to me. I go over and sit next to him as he covers me with the blanket we had on him, I shake my head. "No, we put it on you." He shakes his head and says, "Fine, we can share it together." He covers us both with the blanket and breaks the silence. "Katniss, why are you so quiet?"
I shrug and answer truthfully, "I don't know what to say, you just woke up and-" He cut me off, "No, as in all the time. You're so quiet and shy and reserved. It's different." I really don't want to talk about it, because it leads to my father and my father is painful to remember. I respond, "I-I-I-" but what really will I tell Peeta. I put my head in my hands and he soothes my back. "Hey, sorry. Let's not talk about that. How about you tell me what happend to know I'm here?" I nod and compose myself. I answer quietly, "Your mother knocked you out."
He raises his eyebrows but doesn't look suprised. He adds, "Not the first time." I can't take the guilt no more. I tell him what happend. "I caused it. Your mother hit you because I wanted to trade. And I caught her at a bad time. And you came in to defend me, taking two blows I can never repay, Peeta. And I hate her for knocking you out. I'm so sorry, everything is my fault!" He silences me when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me toward him.
I freeze for the moment, but relax because I know it's Peeta. He shushes me and I suddenly begin crying. He says soothinly, "Nothing is your fault. You did everything right, you could never do anything wrong. I would do anything for you. Cry if you need to. I'm right here." And I do so. I cry long and hard against his chest. He rubs my back as my breathing slows down to leaving me with no tears. He then says, "Are you fine?" I nod. He nods as well and presses his cheek into my hair. He asks out of the blue, "Katniss, you still haven't told me why we were kissing?"
He has to be insisting, so I respond, "I'm the one to keep care of you and as I was checking something on your face, you woke up. Sat up and my lips smacked yours." He smirks, "So you didn't like kissing me?" I answer quickly, "No!" He chuckles, "No?" I answer warily, "Well, yes. I mean no. I mean... I give up." He laughs, such a merry sound of his and pulls my face to his. He leans forward until our noses touch. His breath tickles me when he says, "How about we make it right this time?" His lips connect to mine, and I'm sent into another world.
Peeta's lips are so soft against mine. They're are so sweet and tender, until he lets go. He asks, "How about now?" I whisper, feeling my cheeks warm, "Yes." He places one last kiss on my lips, and then hugs me closer to him saying, "Let's go to sleep." I nod and join him. I snuggle against his chest as he holds me. My eyes begin to droop when he says, "Our first real kiss." Thinking of that last thought, I fall asleep.
Waking up the next morning, me and Peeta wake up to a voice. I open my eyes, and see Gale at the doorway with his hunting bag on. He frowns, "Well, look at this."
Well this was Chapter 7. I know I'm so sorry. I am horrible, and selfish, and brave, and kind, and honest. I am divergent, and YOU can't control me! Lol, but yeah. I will update now that I have holidays. See you guys. "Don't fuck with my love. I told she knows. Take aim and reload. I don't want to know that babe." -Don't by Ed Sheeran.