A/N: Glad you liked the chapter! I'm sorry it's a little short but I think the contents of this will keep you fangirling/ fan…boying? for a long time;) Keep reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. Seriously. I could be Suzanne Collins… If Suzanne Collins was a 12 year old girl who wrote on fanfiction. Which is unlikely.

Katniss POV

I wake up with a headache which pounds on the inside of my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning, and swing my legs out of bed. I slip on a silk robe over my mini pyjama shorts and old t-shirt and open the door of my bedroom, creeping out in to the kitchen. I pour a glass of orange juice and yawn, when a sound from the living room makes my hunter instincts perk up.

I creep around the counter, knife in hand, and through the door – then burst out laughing.

Peeta lies, face first, on the floor, wrapped tightly in a blanket and covered in pillows. He groans.

'Katniss, help me!' he screams, but it comes out all muffled, making me laugh harder.

Eventually, the laughter subsides enough for me to pull Peeta out from the mass of blankets and pillows. We flop on the sofa, grinning.

'So, how bad were Madge and I last night?' I ask casually, leaning against his side. I feel him tense up, and I whip my head from his shoulder, frowning.

'What did we do?' I ask slowly. He tilts his head to face me, smiling weakly.

'Oh, nothing,' he shrugs, attempting to brush it off. I glare at him.

'Peeta. Don't lie to me. Please,' I plead, pulling on his arm. He sighs.

'Well, when I took Madge home, you kept saying I smelled nice,' he chuckles, and I raise an eyebrow.

'Then, when Madge's dad answered the door, Madge sang him Twinkle Twinkle. And, on the way back,' his face turns bright red and he bites his lip, and says something inaudible.

'What? Peeta, I can't hear you,' I say, frowning.

'Please don't make me say it again,' he begs, keeping his eyes focused on his lap.

'No, Peeta; I really didn't hear you!'

'Fine,' he mutters, 'You said you really liked me.'

I blush, 'I did?'

'Yeah, you did. And the annoying thing is, that you were drunk. I don't know if you really meant it. Which annoys me because, I really like you, Katniss. And you can trust me, because I'm sure as hell not drunk. I've liked you since the first day of school, when our eyes locked. Then when we went out for ice cream, I found myself falling for you even more. Little bits and pieces over the days just added up to my feelings for you… but when you helped me with Delly, that just topped it all off. Every time I see you, my stomach knots. I love everything about you; your silver eyes, your brown waves of hair, the dimples on your cheeks when you smile, and that cute little blush. And, Katniss, I think I love you,' he finishes, then looks up at me, alarmed.

'Shit, did I just say all of that?' he asks me, eyes wide.

I smile, only just managing to control the grin threatening to take over my face. I nod slowly, as though he was an animal I didn't want to scare off, and at the same time trying to sort out my thoughts. Could I tell him I liked him too? That I was falling for him?

'Look, Kat, I'm so, so sorry about that, I didn't mean-'

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. The fire that sparks between us makes me climb on to his lap, straddling his waist, yet never breaking the kiss. His hands find my waist and mine find his hair, threading my fingers through it.

When we break away, we both grin. Peeta's sea blue eyes are a shade darker and filled with love and lust, and he dips his head to kiss down my neck. I moan quietly.

'Hey… Peeta?' I ask between breaths. He nods in to my neck, 'Why were you here this morning?'

His head snaps back up and he smiles.

'First of all, you have no idea how much I have wanted to do that,' he says, smile spreading to a grin, 'and I was here because I didn't want to leave you alone while you were drunk.'

Monday Morning

I wake up early and, not being able to get back to sleep, have a shower.

When I get dressed, I pull on a pair of plain white denim shorts and a black, three quarter length sleeved blouse with little white birds on.

I'm tying my hair in to a messy, high ponytail when I notice them.

A bruise, or, should I say, three bruises, down the side of my neck.

Fuck.

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