Melting Ice

Chapter 51

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The next day, I wake up in his warm arms, protected from the nightmares and all bad thoughts. Gently, I nuzzle my head into his bare chest, close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat. As long as he is her with me, I'm okay.
Later on, I hear him shuffle about slightly and him yawn fairly loudly.
"Good morning", he says, sitting up slightly.
"Morning", I reply, also sitting up.
"You look beautiful this morning", Cato compliments.
I laugh, "Right...".
"I'm being serious", he fights back.
"So am I", I tell him as serious as I can.
"Well, I'm being even more serious. Anyway, I would love you take you on a date tonight". I feel my cheeks flush with colour ever so slightly. He glances at me, "Of course, if you accept...", he trails off and looks at me, then away.
"I would love you", I giggle softly.
"You giggled!", Cato's sings and gently tickles me under my chin.
"Stop!", I cry, pushing him away but he continues, "Stop it Cato!". His soft hands mess about, tickle my stomach as I try my best to get away. All the covers and pillows from the bed tangle up in a big heap from where my legs have been kicking desperately. Subtly, I look around for a weapon...pillow! Then, before I'm attacked again, Cato's face is smushed up against a pillow, knocking him backwards. I expect him to yell at me or something by the way he angrily gets out of bed and storms over to me. Instead, he uses his arms to flip my upside down, so my feet are dangling from his neck.
"Cato stop!", I demand as the blood rushes to my head and for once, he does. But not for long. Now I'm being carried down the stairs, myself practically thrown across Cato's shoulder. He grips my firmly however, so I know I won't fall. He would drop me, right? Wrong. I'm flipped into the pool head first. How the hell did he cover so much ground so fast! At first, I want to pull him in but I then realise that he is already in the water, which is surprising warm. Seeming as I'm already mostly wet, I take a deep breath and dunk myself under water, my hair going everywhere. Neatly, I pull it and open my eyes. Everything is a beautiful clear colour with a hint of blue. I search for Cato franticly but don't manage to find him in this short space of time I can go without breathing. Tucking any loose strand behind my ear, I begin breathing again and rubbing the water away from my eyes.
"Boo!", whispers Cato, wrapping his arms around my waist; not fully though; just enough so I can feel his touch on my lower waist.
"Hey", I whisper back and I take a step back in the water so I can lean back and rest my head of his shoulders.
"It's 9:15, I have to be at work by 10:30", Cato tells me.
I nod, "Don't let go...just yet".
"I wasn't going to".
At 10:15, I stand in the hallway, watching Cato pull on his left shoe. He always ties them in double knots. I gently check if I look okay one last time. It's not what I usually wear: light pink muffin top, denim jeans and cream high heels. Not to mention how many accessories are attached to me! A cream bag, which I must admit to love, diamond earrings with a matching necklace. I might as well be wearing the whole jewellery shop!
"Bye Clove-", Cato's eyes widen slightly when he sees me standing there, "You look good". His tone is almost a purr. Husky, but a purr. Our finger intertwine with each other;I close the gap between us. And then, we are kissing. Not our usual full on hands everywhere kiss. This is a sweet sensation that only can be brought by this gentle touch.
"I could kiss you all day", he whispers in my ear, he hands tracing my cheekbones.
"I would let you", I tell him.
"Good luck with your job interview. I know you'll do great", Cato reassures me. Today, I have a job interview for a role as part of the "recover Panem" project. If I get accepted, my job will be help those who haven't mentally recovered fully. Things I will deal with are situations such as:memory loss, self harmers, people with bad flashbacks and help motherless children. Sure, it's gonna be hard considering I was a self harmer(one week clean. I panicked last week and cut) and the thought of children without parents is heartbreaking.
"Thanks", I whisper.
"Remember, I'm taking you out tonight".
"What should I wear?".
"Something along the lines of a dress...".
"Okay", I tell him before walking away.