Peeta has me in his arms, and it feels like he is never letting me leave them. I feel so safe and secure with his touch, it’s like we are truly meant to be. Before we reach the bedroom we start undressing each other. I am a little nervous because I have never done this before. Then that gets me thinking, has Peeta? I mean when we met each other at the reaping we were both sixteen, so I doubt it, but it looks like he knows what he is doing.
Now I am just in my underwear and bra and Peeta is just in his boxers. I put my hands around the back of his head and run my fingers through his blond curly locks. He starts to kiss my neck and I try to hold in a moan. He keeps on kissing my neck until he works his way up to my ear, then my cheek, until, finally, he gets to my lips. I can’t hold back my moan then and at that moment all of my worries go away. Then I run my tongue across his lips, and the kiss turns French. Peeta is fumbling with my bra attempting to unhook it. Then I pull of his boxers and he pulls off my underwear. We fall onto the bed kissing ferociously.
Don't think I'm going to spill... tisk, tisk.
When we hear the doorbell ring, we both look at each other in dismay.
“Just as we were getting started,” Peeta says with laugh. He kiss me on the forehead before getting up to answer the door.
“Peeta?” I say hysterically laughing.
“Ya.” He says as if nothing is wrong.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?"
“Why, am I distracting you?” he says shaking his hips. He then slides a pair of pants on and walks downstairs. As I am dressing myself, I think of what Peeta just said, ‘am I distracting you?’ I instantly think of Finnick when we were at the hospital before the war. Finnick was parading around in his hospital gown when I told him about the trident Beetee made for him. He was so excited, he was about to go find Beetee in just his hospital gown, but as I reminded him, he ripped off the gown and was just in his underwear and said, ‘Why, am I distracting you?’
Ever since that nightmare, I have been thinking a lot about Finnick lately. I decide I am going to give Annie a call later. I haven’t spoken to her since Flynn’s third birthday six months ago.
I hear Peeta’s strong vibrant voice talking as I walk down the stairs, but I am unsure who he is talking too, until I hear that laugh.
