Hey everyone, Foxface here.
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Here's a new chapter, sorry to disappoint but I'm still building up Peeta and Katniss's relationship, nothing hot is happening yet. Please enjoy the story!

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Peeta's apartment isn't as messy as I had expected it to be. We had walked into the main room, which contained a kitchen and a conjoining living room. Apart from a few dirty plates and empty bottles, the room was surprisingly clean.

"Not bad," I mumble, and Peeta flashes me smile.

"I tidied it up before I left. I thought that there may be a chance that I would bring a girl home." I grimace, and fold my hands in front of my chest.

I follow Peeta through the hall, where he shows me the bathroom and his bedroom. His bed is made, his quilt sporting a hectic Star Wars design. I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You didn't think that quilt would be slightly childish?" I ask, and he looks at me questionably.

"Don't girls like Star Wars? I thought it would be cool," he asks, and I laugh.

I'm still laughing when he starts pulling old shirts and boxers out of his drawer. Grinning at me, he offers me a shirt that is sure to hang of my body. It has a Darth Vader print on it, and I sigh.

"Revenge!" Peeta shouts. I shove him, hard, and he chucks me a pair of boxers.

I walk down to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Stepping into the shower, I scrub my body clean of salt and sand, shampooing my hair and letting it flow, wet, down my bare back. Suddenly, the water turns freezing cold. I hear laughter on the other side of the door.

"Peeta!" I yell, and furiously turn off the shower, "let me shower in peace, would you!"

I dry myself off and pull on the shirt. I was right, it hangs right off me. At least the boxers don't fall down, he must've worn them in his teenage years. I brush my teeth with his toothbrush, not caring if I get my spit all over it. Leaving my hair hanging down, I unlock the bathroom door. There stands a very red-faced Peeta, still laughing. I thump him hard, before walking past him to his bedroom.

Peeta follows me with a sheepish grin plastered to his face. I stand in the middle of his room, not knowing what to do, staring at him. His smile I can only describe as angelic, no matter how tacky that sounds, and his golden hair doesn't do much to alter my opinion. He walks up to me, and we stand centimetres apart. I notice that I am breathing heavily, and a shiver rolls down my back as he moves his hand to my face.

Suddenly we hear the door burst open, and Peeta gives me a weird look before rushing past into the hallway. I follow, and we arrive at the scene together. I see a stranger trying to tuck away his key while frantically pashing a girl wearing a skimpy playsuit.

Peeta groans. "Cato, I thought we agreed that you would let it rest for a week!" I pull to the side as the couple push past me.

"I know, but isn't she beautiful?" Cato replies, breathing heavily.

The girl breaks contact with Cato, and waves at Peeta playfully. "Why don't you join us?" she asks. I frown, and am about to reply, but Cato interrupts.

"Clove, babe, let's take this too the bedroom," he whispers, and they disappear down the hall.

Peeta looks at me, a blush creeping up his face. "Pretty despicable, isn't he?"

I sigh heavily. "Does he do this all the time?" I ask.

"Pretty much. And he's really loud, as well. It's probably best for us if we leave."

"We could go back to my apartment. Johanna's probably at Gale's place. God, why are people always so horney!" I grumble.

This makes Peeta laugh. "It's our animal instincts coming out. Come on, let's leave this place."

I pack my clothes, not bothering to change out of my pj's, and we quickly leave the moaning and grunting behind. The air outside is cool. Peeta sees me shiver and drapes his jacket over my shoulders.

"Such a gentlemen," I smirk.

We make our way to the car, and sit through the twenty minute drive in silence. As we near the city, I start to point out the way, and we arrive at my apartment building in no time. Peeta whistles.

"Fancy!" he says, and I stare at him, annoyed at his sarcasm.

"Shut up, not all of us can afford the best."

Once in the lift, we lapse into an awkward silence. The bell dings, the doors slide open, and we find ourselves on the 12th floor. I take out my key and quickly unlock my door.

"Not bad," Peeta mumbles, as we enter my apartment. I dump my bag in the hallway and slip off my shoes.

"My bedroom is through the kitchen. I'm guessing you would like to shower first?" Peeta nods, and I lead him to the bathroom.

"Thanks, you know, for letting me come with you," he says, and I don't know why I'm so tempted to kiss him, right then and there. But the moment passes, and I only nod before closing the door behind me.

Back in my room, I lay a few blankets on the grounds, hoping that Peeta will be comfortable enough for the night, before turning off the light and crawling into bed.

It's not long before I hear Peeta sneak quietly into my room. I am about to drift off when I suddenly feel the doona being pulled back slightly, and feel him climb in next to me, his hair dripping wet and his body cold. I tense straight away, but nothing happens. He barely touches me, and we lie back to back together in my bed. It's not long before I hear his breathing slow, and I laugh silently when I hear him start to snore. My heart is still racing when I finally manage to close my eyes and sleep.