I get out of bed, and walk over to mine and Peeta's bedroom door. I turn the knob and slightly open the door. The delicious scent of fresh bread, and lamb soup with dried palms - my favourite- hits me.
"Peeta? Is that you?" I ask fully opening the door.
"Uh, yea its me. Don't come down though. I'll be up in just a sec." Peeta calls out.
" Wh-" I was about to ask, but get stopped.
"Just give me one minute" Peeta says with a chuckle.
I close the door, and walk back to the bed and taking a seat. The events of last night go threw my mind, and a soft smile appears on the corners of my lips.
I hear foot steps, and then the bedroom door opens. Peeta walks in dressed in a black dress shirt, and black dress pants. His hair is neatly jelled back. And in his right hand is a single red rose.
"Good morning" I say, my smile growing bigger.
"Hello, this is for you." Peeta says holding out the rose for me to take.
I take it and start to examine it.
"Thank you. It's pretty." I say.
Peeta lightly chuckles.
"What were you thinking about, before I came in?" Peeta asks me.
I don't know why, but I start to blush and look down.
"Remembering last night?" Peeta asks in a playful tone.
I blush deeper, but a smile appears on my face.
A minute went by before anyone spoke.
"Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?" Peeta asks, with a blank expression.
I look up, and start gazing deep into him eyes, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. When I see that his expression stayed the same, I said:
"Of course I meant it"