Finding the Missing Piece: Book 3

Chapter Seventy-Two

Katniss POV- (A few days later)

Since Peeta and I kind of had makeup sex a few days back, things have been going great despite everything that happened.

Maybe us giving each other at least that much, helped us feel a little closer.

I don't know how to explain it without it sounding like we don't love each other.

But we do.

There's about two weeks before it's been a year that Prim died, so I know this happiness won't last for long and I'm dreading it.

Peeta can sense it too because he's been being extremely patient since he realized how close it was getting.

He doesn't mention her name either.

I'm sitting on the couch, bored out of my mind and have been the majority of the day.

Even Buttercup, who does nothing but sleep all day, ditched me.

A few minutes later, Peeta comes in.

"Hey, Sweetheart. Would you like to go on a date with me?" Peeta asks me.

I sit up a little and smile, "I would love to." I say.

He walks over and sits down on the couch next to my reposed body, he leans down and kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry that I'm kind of getting boring to be with. I'm working on it." He says with a sad smile.

I frown, "Peeta, you are my best friend. We could stare at each other all day and I would be happy with it. I didn't mean what I had said the other day, I didn't mean it that way." I say, setting my hand on his cheek.

He frowns too and looks down.

I sit up a little and kiss his forehead, pushing some of the tassels of hair out of his eyes.

"I think it's almost time for a haircut and for you to shave your cute little beard." I tease him, messing up his blond hair with my hands and this makes him smile.

"I'll work on that soon." He laughs a little.

"I like you either way. Whether you look like a little blond caveman or not. You're perfect." I tease.

He shakes his head a little, "No, I'm not perfect. Farthest from it."

I shake my head too and snake my arms around his neck, "You're perfect for me." I say, pressing my lips to his softly, closing my eyes.

He closes his eyes too and kisses me back a little, his lips soft.

"And you are perfect for me." He whispers back, putting his forehead against mine.

I open my eyes and we kind of blink up and then away from each other, I smile a little.

"Where are we gonna go on our date?" I ask him curiously, we break away and he holds me there, we look into each other's eyes.

He laughs a little breathlessly, "I don't really know, I just am going to wing it."

I chuckle, "Okay, sounds good." I say and he shrugs.

"I guess we will go wherever the road wants to take us."

I smile softly, "I'm going to go change." I say, pulling away and he pulls me tighter to him.

"Don't change. You look fine." He says.

I scoff, "Peeta, I'm wearing sweats and your tee-shirt and my hair is messy."

"You look fine." Peeta states.

I roll my eyes, "Then we better not go anywhere too public." I tell him.

"We won't. Maybe." He winks.

I laugh, "Well, are we going now?"

"If you want." He says.

"Let's go." I say, taking his hand.

Peeta and I go eat dinner and then we decide to just go back home and hang out.

"I'm sorry, you must be miserable. I am seriously getting bored with my own ideas." Peeta says as we lay on the couch together.

I flip myself so that we are chest to chest, "I'm not miserable what-so-ever."

He chuckles a little, "How are you gonna live with me for the next 80ish years?" Peeta asks.

"With a smile." I say.

"Oh, you're so sweet." Peeta says. poking my nose playfully.

I chuckle and kiss his chest.

His arms snake around my waist, "I promise you, I'll find us things to go do soon. It's just kind of hard when you live in Twelve and we've pretty much done everything together."

I smile, "I don't mind it, honestly."

"I know you don't but I want you to have fun." Peeta says.

"I do have fun." I laugh and he shakes his head.

"Fun that doesn't involve me and you just talking or whatever."

I scowl, "But that is my favorite kind of fun." I say truthfully.

Even though I get bored a lot it doesn't mean I don't love spending time with Peeta.

"I love you, Peeta. I really really really do and I know I don't say it enough or so you enough but I love you so much." I say.

He tells me all the time so why shouldn't I tell him for a change?

I think he deserves that much.

Peeta gives me an adorable grin, "I love you too but why are you telling me that?" He laughs.

I shake my head, "I just thought you needed to know."

He kisses the top of my head, "Well, thank you. I really appreciate you telling me that, Katniss."

I lean my forehead against his lips, closing my eyes.

"Peeta, I'm sorry that I don't tell you how much I love you as often as I should or tell you thank you but I really love and appreciate you." I say, keeping my eyes closed.

The air growing hot from the canopy of my hair and my breaths capturing it.

He just stays quiet, holding me there, not moving a muscle, his breaths grow heavier each second.