I'll carry you home (Everlark)

Chapter 18: Mom?

Chapter 18

Katniss P.O.V.

"Peeta stop it!" I laugh, trying to get away from him. "Oh god! I can't breathe!" I laugh, gasping for air.

"Why should I? You threw batter in my face", he says, continuing to tickle me.

I roar out with laughter.

"I'm sorry!" I laugh, not being able to breathe.

"What?" Peeta asks. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry!" I roar with laughter, throwing my head back against the pillow.

"Better", Peeta says and stop tickling me.

I lay quietly, breathing heavily. Peeta's laughing at me and I give him the evil eye.

I grab Peeta's shirt with both my hands, and pull him down over me. Peeta stops laughing and looks at me.

"I love you", Peeta says looking at me.

It's the first time he's told me he loves me. I smile at him, putting my hands on his neck, caressing his cheeks with my thumbs.

"I love you", I tell him and he smiles at me.

"Really?" He asks, and I can tell that he did not expect an answer like that back.

"I love you Peeta", I say. "I love you".

"God I love you so much", Peeta says and I think that he's trying to hold back his tears.

I love how Peeta doesn't hide his sensitivity. I hate boys who are like that. Why would there be anything wrong on being a little sensitive? I think that a man can never be more manly than when he shows sensitivity.

I pull his head down, and place my lips onto his and suddenly I want more. And we would've done more if it hadn't been for the knock on the door.

"Katniss, Primrose is back home", my dad shouts.

After we got down from the attic, I called Peeta and begged him to come to my parents house. He came here in the matter of a few minutes, and when he came here he burst in thinking I was dying or something. After I reassured him that I was fine, I told him that I wanted pancakes and he started to make the batter and I took some of it and threw in his face. He chased me up into my old bedroom where he caught me and started to tickle me.

Peeta stands up, fixing his clothes quickly.

"Calm down baby, they won't come in here", I say.

"Hm still, this is your parents house, it doesn't feel right", he says.

I frown and sit up. I look around and find my blouse.

"When did you even take this off me?" I laugh and take it up. "I didn't even notice it before now".

"Oh I don't know.." Peeta mumbles. "I'm sorry".

I just laugh and put my blouse on. I stand up and take Peeta's hand before walking out of my room.

Well I guess it's still my room even though I don't live at home anymore. If I do stay here this is my room, and it was my room before I moved out so yeah it's my room.