After we leave the Pit and head back up to the room, I realize just how cold I had gotten sitting next to the rushing water. I shiver within the thick sweater and Tobias runs his hands down my arms as we walk. Something about the way that he's picked up on the little things about myself, makes me smile. Once we enter the room, I walk over to the bed and pull the blanket around me to keep me warm. I pull my feet up underneath me and I watch Tobias walk over to the fridge. He walks over to me with a piece of chocolate cake and a fork. I smile as he sits next to me.

"It feels like I haven't had cake in forever," I say, with a laugh. Things have been so complicated and busy and stressful that there hadn't really been any time to sit down and eat cake. I make a mental note to see what we can get from the kitchen to bring some over to my parents. They might not take it, but given the history and how the truth had come out, I figured that a piece of cake might be a nice surprise for them. I push my hand out from the covers to reach for the fork, but he pulls it out of reach. He gets a piece of cake before holding it out to me. I stare at him, unblinking. "Are you really trying to feed me?"

He smiles at me, but doesn't answer. I narrow my eyes at him before taking the bite and chewing slowly. He chuckles as he takes a bite of his own. I play with the ends of the blanket, trying to bide my time before I know that I have to speak. Tonight has been so great, so perfect that I don't want to mess it up with the bad things that have been going on in our lives. But that's just it. Life isn't just made up of good moments. It's made up of bad ones, too. It's the bad ones that let you appreciate the good that you have in your life. I have kept the bad thoughts out of my head for the last few hours and it felt nice to just live my life the way it could have been if none of this had ever happened. He offers me another bite and it gives me a few more moments of delay.

"What's on your mind?" He asks me. He knows me too well. Sometimes it feels like he can read my mind. I told him that once, but he told me that he's just gotten good at reading my facial cues. That is part of the reason that I don't look at him for a few moments. I tug the blanket off of me and head to the sink to get a drink of water. I turn around and lean against the counter and look at him. "It was nice, wasn't it?" I ask him.

He sets the plate down on the desk and crosses to me. "What are you talking about?"

I shrug and take a drink. "It was nice to forget for a little while."

He stands next to me, his arms folded across his chest. "You don't want to go back to reality?"

I shake my head. "No," I say. "I really don't."

He lets out a breath and I feel him staring at me, so I turn my head and look back. "What do we do?"

"We do what we've always done," He says. "We prepare, and we fight back."

"But we don't even know what we're fighting." I look away from him, and instead stare at the bare wall on the far end of the room.

He takes my hand and once our fingers are laced together, he squeezes gently, sending a pulsing feeling all the way up my arm. "It'll be okay," he says. "We've done this before. We can do it again."

"But I died last time."

He tenses and I know that I shouldn't have said anything. There are too many thoughts in my head and there isn't enough room so something had to come spilling out. I wish it had been something else that slipped past my tongue. Anything else.

"I'm sorry," I say after a few moments of him not speaking.

"I will not lose you again," he says, his voice hard. "Do you understand me?"

I swallow, and although I don't want to, I turn to look at him. His jaw in clenched and his gaze is hard on me and I can't will myself to look away. My heart is pounding in my chest, but I nod. "Yes." Because though I don't understand what he went through when he lost me the first time, I had experienced my own kind of loss when I had woke up alone in the infirmary. The overwhelming sense of dread in my chest when he had looked at me that first time, not knowing who I was, and realizing that I may have lost him forever.

He closes the space between us and presses his lips to my head. I rest my face against his chest and I can hear his beating heart. It soothes me, like it's always done. His arms envelop me and I close my eyes as I feel our hearts starting to beat together, our chests rising and falling as we breathe at the same time. We don't speak, because speaking would ruin the silence. I pull my head back and look up at him and with my hands on his jacket, I pull him in for a kiss and our movements harmonize together. Without missing a beat he lifts me up and sets me on the counter. His hands run down the length of my body and I feel heat spread through me. I am no longer cold; my body feels like it's on fire. I pull my mouth away from his as I push his jacket off of his shoulders, tugging on the soft fabric of his shirt. He moves his finger along the zipper of my jacket, pulling it slowly down. My eyes are locked on his, my heart pounding in my chest with every movement he makes. He tosses the heavy material to the floor and pulls my sweater above my head, tossing that aside too. We pause in that moment before our bodies collide again and his lips are rough on mine, his teeth tugging on my lower lip and he pushes his tongue past my lips. Our breath mingles together as I tug his shirt over his head, running my fingers across the defined muscles of his chest. His lips are on my neck, leaving his marks behind as he moves across my skin.

"Tobias."

His name comes out as a breath as his hands are pulling my pants down my legs. I scoot forward to press my body against his and we move together, as we always do, like we're on fire and like we will never stop.