Author's note- Sorry that last one was short. This is the continuation of that chapter, which is also short, but there are longer, juicier chapters on the way. Tomorrow will be better...
-belladonnablush
Katniss had a headache all afternoon and evening from her crying spell and her lingering feeling of guilt. She was exhausted and wanted to go to bed early. Peeta could tell she didn't feel well, so he stayed with her and took care of her.
You are far too good to me, Peeta. She thought to herself.
"Are you sure you're okay, love?" he asked. "Are you sick?'
"No, I'm not sick, I just have a really bad headache and I think I need sleep. You did keep me up most of the night last night, remember?" She said, with a teasing smile.
Peeta laughed a little, relieved that it was probably nothing more serious than a case of sex-induced sleep deprivation.
She felt guilty that she wasn't being completely honest with him, but she couldn't think of any way that she could tell him about the kiss without him being hurt, and she desperately wanted to avoid hurting him.
She crawled into bed at dusk, just wanting to escape into sleep. Peeta brought her some aspirin and a glass of water for her bedside.
"Do you want me to stay with you? Or do you want your bed to yourself?" he asked her.
"Don't go, Peeta. Please stay with me. You always make me feel better."
He smiled warmly at her, kissed her softly, and slid into the bed next to her. He spooned himself around her, like always. She found it warm and comforting.
"Better already," she told him.
He hugged her a little closer. He hoped that she would be able to sleep tonight, that she wouldn't be wouldn't be tormented by nightmares as she often was.
But it wasn't to be.