Katniss and I were escorted back to the suite. When we got back Haymitch greeted us.

"So, how was training?" he asked.

Katniss gave me sly look and responded, "It was great. I learned a game changing secret about Peeta."

My heart stopped. Did she know that I dreamed of Cato and his big sword? I looked around, scared as hell; both pairs of eyes were on me accusingly.

"I can explain!" I shouted quickly.

"So why then? Why are you so good at camouflage?" she asked. Haymitch nodded his head, happy to know that I have more skills then my strength. Well, I only really had the two skills, and both of them were practically useless.

I laughed nervously. "I used to decorate the cakes and cupcakes back home."

"Well, maybe you really can win this thing." she stated.

I don't know why, but I shouted out bipolarly, "I have no chance of winning! None!" I guessed it was because of how nervous I was, and maybe partly because it had been in the back of my mind ever since I was reaped. I looked around at the shocked faces. "What!? It's true! We were all thinking it..." I stormed off to my room and laid down on my bed. I fell asleep almost instantly.

Cato grabbed his sword and cut through the tribute from District 6. He sliced his way, killing at least six more tributes. It was called the bloodbath for a reason. He looked at me, and pulled me close. I literally felt the blood on his hands and sword, but I couldn't pull away.

He leaned down and kissed me. "You're beautiful." He told me. "You and I will be the last two tributes standing. I promise."

He lifted me up bridal style, and carried me towards the tents. Everything was gone except the two of us, like we weren't playing the Hunger Games anymore.

He took off my shirt, and before I knew it we were on the ground. He laid on top of me, and we locked eyes. I saw so much passion and emotion in the usually blank, blue eyes. He started to kiss my neck, causing me to moan. "Cato," I whispered. "Please."

I woke up sweating. I had wet my pants, but I hadn't urinated. I felt like I was twelve years old as I took a bath and changed clothes. I loved the showers, and how it gave me the option of what I wanted to smell like. I chose roses. I was going to change the sheets, but when I got out of the shower an avox had beat me to it. It must've been awkward for them when they realized what was on the sheets.

I looked at the time. It was 5:32 am. I had to be up at 6:30, so I decided to go up to the roof instead of sleeping. I was just so distracted lately.

When I got up there it was empty. I leaned over the rail and closed my eyes. I thought about Cato, and how I didn't know anything about him. I felt as though I knew him since birth, but that was far from the truth. He was so just mysterious and sexy that I couldn't help but think about my dream.

I was so focused on my thoughts of Cato that I didn't hear the elevator. I jumped when I felt someone grab my hips and whisper, "Hey beautiful, why are you up so early?"

I eased when I realized that voice belonged to Cato. "I..."

I started to blush when I realized that I couldn't tell him the true reason I was up. I wasn't going to say, 'I just had an amazing wet dream about you, and I decided to come up to the roof and fantasize about you more.'

"I woke up and didn't feel like going back to sleep." I answered. "What about you?"

I turned so that I could face him, but I didn't expect us to be so close when I did so. His pelvic region was almost merged with mine, creating a nice but inappropriate friction. I bet that he could feel my breath again his chest.

"Well, I woke up at four-ish. I decided to listen to the elevator on the off-chance that you would come up to the roof. I can't stop thinking about you. You're amazing." He smiled down at me. I blushed more. It was a bit creepy, but it was sweet too.

"I can't stop thinking about you either." I answered. "Why did you think that it'd be me up here? It would've been awkward if you came up here with another tribute."

He chuckled. "Peeta, please. No one else uses this roof. No one understands beauty quite the way you do." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "You smell nice, like roses. I love roses."

I was so surprised at how he could turn me on so much by just his sweet words. I didn't expect him to be so romantic. I assumed by the way he acted that he was a coldhearted brat who could only think about killing. To think that just yesterday I didn't even like him.

With a sudden outburst of emotion, I pulled him down to kiss me. I missed the feeling of his rough lips pressing against mine. His strong tongue danced with mine. He pulled me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his pants harden against my butt as I rubbed it on him teasingly.

We parted, and he whispered, "Peeta, I wish we didn't have to do this. I wish we didn't have to hide our relationship or play in those stupid games. I just wish I could be with you and learn more about you."

I continued our kiss before breaking it to say, "I know. I feel the same. I mean, we have at least a week before the games, but I want more than that. I want a lifetime."

I swore that I saw a tear in his eyes. "Do you... do you really mean that?"

"Cato," I started. I caressed the side of his face before continuing. "I think you're sweet. You've been so sweet, when you weren't keeping up your tough guy act. I thought you were going to be horrible. I didn't realize how wrong I was until you kissed me. I think you're the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I've never been attracted to anyone before you. Of course I meant it. I know it's only been a couple of days, but... I think I love you."

"Peeta..." he whispered. He let me down and turned away. "You don't know what you're saying. I'm a monster; I am horrible. I will kill, and I won't regret it. It's all I can do, really. I've never loved... I don't know how to love. I-"

I couldn't listen to him any longer. I grabbed his sides and forced him to face me. "Stop it Cato. You are more than that. You are my love. You are the reason I'm not having a mental breakdown. I may not know who you are, or what you've been through. I may not know what goes through your mind. I do know this though, that you make me feel special. You make me feel like I'm worth something. You make me feel loved."

I jumped up to kiss him. He pulled me up around his waist again. We were so busy making out that I didn't hear the elevator door open. I definitely heard the scream though.

"Oh my god! What the fuck!?"

I turned to see Katniss staring at me. I looked back at Cato, and he was equally as terrified. Neither of us could move. My legs were glued to Cato's waist, and his hands were glued to my ass, mid-grope.

AN: Oh no! Peeta should be more careful. What do you think will happen next? How will Peeta and Cato get through this one?