Sorry, two words: March. Madness. Sigh, school sucks.

KATNISS POV

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed. Confused, I sit up. Where could Peeta have gone? Oh well. Probably already up and ready for the day.

I look at the time. 9:47. Yup. I definitely slept in. I'm usually an early riser, never sleeping past seven. I remember back to last night, and how Peeta and I spent a long time just kissing, like there's no tomorrow. We did nothing more, of course. The most was probably Peeta lying on top of me. I realize how he's never done that before, and I wonder if he would ever want more one day. I might too, but right now, I'm perfectly happy with how we are now. But everyone knows, guys are usually the one to push things like that.

No, what am I thinking? Peeta is not that type. But then again, you never know. We've all changed since the time we were reaped.

Shaking my head from my thoughts, I slip out of bed. I wash up in the bathroom, trying to tame the wild creature that is my hair. I manage to comb it out, and I look at myself in the hair, with my hair out, in my pajamas.

I wonder what Peeta sees when he looks at me. Is a smallish girl with dull, gray eyes, dark brown hair, and an olive tone complexion? Does he think I'm pretty? Oh, wait. He did mention he thought I was…sexy…last night. I was uncomfortable, yet flattered.

I braid my hair in its loose braid, and go into the room. I smell something so delicious. My mouth waters. Mmm, must be Peeta. I smile, putting on black pants and a green and white blouse. I think I look presentable, so I go downstairs. I enter the kitchen, seeing a beautiful sight. And I'm not talking about the table, filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit, not to mention a small vase of flowers with a single primrose in the middle. No, I mean Peeta, sitting at the table, with a huge smile on his face. He stands up, and I see he's wearing a green button up shirt, and tan pants.

Peeta walks up to me, his face eager, searching mine. I realize my face must be full of shock, so I recover, and smile up at him. "Good morning, Peeta."

"Good morning, Katniss." I love the way my name sounds on his lips. Suddenly I'm focused on his lips, and Peeta laughs when I tip toe up to kiss him. "Time for that later. But first…" He takes my hand, leading me to the table, and pulls out a chair for me. I sit, and Peeta goes to his seat. He moves the flower aside so he can see my face. "What do you think?"

"Peeta, what is all this?" I ask.

He just smiles, saying, "Well, after what happened last night, which I will never ever forget, I thought, I should make Katniss feel as special as she made me feel last night." I'm still confused, so Peeta continues. "Katniss. Imagine being me. I've waited for more than twelve years for you to tell me that you love me. In fact, this morning I was almost afraid that I was dreaming. But I knew I wasn't. I just felt it. And this may seem kind of pathetic, but I really, really, don't want to lose you to anyone again. I never want you to doubt that I love you, Katniss. I can't live without you." He finishes, looking at me with those intense blue eyes. Then, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out something shiny.

It takes me a second to realize what it is. My pearl. The one Peeta gave to me, in the Quarter Quell. But why does he have it? Maybe it was a different pearl, one he's saved for me until now. Somehow though, I have a feeling it isn't. Peeta is holding the pearl out me. I touch the pearl in his hand.

Peeta puts his other hand over mine, so now my hand is sandwiched in between his. "I found it in my bed after you left the other morning. I've been meaning to return it to you, but…" Now Peeta looks down.

"But what?"

"Well, I wanted to give it to you in a special way, saying I love you. But, as you know, that didn't work out." Peeta puts the pearl in my hand and pull his hands away. "So, here. And you know what? I'm really flattered you kept the pearl through everything."

I feel my face heat up and I look away. "Yeah, I, um, always kept it with me at night. I didn't even realize I lost it. I just knew something was missing. I guess because of you, I didn't need it as much to sleep with." I whisper the last part, but I know Peeta hears me anyway.

I look up, seeing Peeta with tears in his eyes. He flushes. "Sorry. I guess I just..." Peeta is at a loss for words, which makes me want to go over and squeeze him. Peeta gives up and just stands up and scoots his chair next to mine. I move over so we're both in front of the table. He says, "I hope you don't mind." He smiles this cute, boyish smile, making him look irresistible. "I love you, Katniss." I hear Peeta's voice tremble.

"I love you too, Peeta. Forever."

I know Peeta can't take it anymore, because he gives in and kisses me on my mouth. He pulls me close, arms around my waist.

After a couple of minutes, we pull apart, for air. Still holding each other, Peeta says, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

In response, I pull away, take a strawberry and stuff it in his mouth. I laugh at Peeta's expression, the strawberry sticking out of his mouth. Suddenly, Peeta gets a mischievous smile on his face and leans forward. I realize what he's about to do, and lean away, laughing. "Ew, Peeta! I don't love you that much!" He gives me a mock sad face, and chews the strawberry.

"What's the big deal? It's just like a kiss, only with a strawberry in between our mouths."

I shudder. "Maybe, but it's still…gross."

Peeta smiles. "Same Katniss. Surviving in the woods, perfectly fine. But, no, eating a strawberry with my germs is just plain wrong."

I scowl at Peeta, and he just grins. He eats his breakfast, and I eat mine.

The pearl is held tight in my hand, reminding me of our undying love.

Please don't kill me! This one is fluffy for sure, sorry…REVIEW ANYWAY PLEASE!

Oh, and Peeta POV in the next chapter.