It almost seems like my sleep last night was nonexistent because instead of feeling energized and revived, I feel like a slug.
I feel Peeta’s heavy breath against neck, and I can’t resist his lips. It’s like they are teasing me. I place a gentle kiss on his forehead. I guess I hadn’t realized I had been staring at him, until he wakes up from his slumber. His eyes look like they are crystal-clear glass.
“Morning,” Peeta says giving me a gentle kiss on my lips.
“That’s all I get?”
"How long have you been up?”
“Does it really matter?”
“I was just wondering because your normally aren’t this… awake in the mornings.”
“Alright, then,” I say climbing out of his arms and off the bed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, that didn’t mean I didn’t want you,” Peeta says in his most seductive voice.
“Okay,” I say before I give him a long passionate kiss, but when Peeta goes to make a move, I break away, “Now you have to wait.” I don’t even wait to hear a response.
I make my way down the stairs, and I see Flynn playing with something that looks familiar to me a little too familiar: the rope resembles the one Finnick gave to me back in Thirteen. I stand there for what seems like forever just standing there watching Flynn tie the same knot his father taught me.
Peeta made his way down and is now sitting in the chair across from Flynn. I notice, both, him and Annie staring at me, “What?”
“You have been standing in that same position for five minute, moving your hands,” Annie answers.
Suddenly Peeta gets up from his chair and comes up to me, “You okay?”
I don’t know how to respond, I usually just always answer “yes”, but saying “yes” is becoming more and more difficult than to say no. So I just simply stand there mimicking the motion I became accompanied with in Thirteen- tying the knot over and over.
No matter how much of a douche Finnick was at times, he still was one of my best friends, my friend that died because of me…one of the many.
Peeta puts his hands over mine. They feel so warm around mine, and I don’t resist. I hold back my tears, because thinking of Finnick makes me think of Her, which makes me think of Gale, even though I didn’t lose him physically, I lost his friendship. Peeta still never told me what happened with Gale the night of our engagement party, but I’ll save that question for some other time. Right now, I just feel… lost, I guess.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Katniss,” Peeta asks. I just nod and walk over to the table.
The rest of the day we all just sit on the water’s edge at the beach. None of us went in because it was far too cold. We talk about everything and anything, except the interview, until Annie brings it up.
“So are you guys excited for your interview tomorrow?”
“I don’t think excited is the word, more of dreading,” I say.
“I’m kind of excited, we get to tell all of Panem we are engaged,” Peeta says annoyingly.
“Panem already thinks we are married and they thought I was pregnant during the Quell. Remember?” Peeta just stares blankly into my eyes as I said this. I had completely forgot about that, too, until now
“I guess I forgot that part.”
“Ya think?”
