Finding the Missing Piece: An Everlark Story

Chapter Forty-Eight

Katniss POV-

"Peeta, look!" I gasp excitedly.

I just found a picture of us on our first date at the restaurant a couple miles away from Peeta's grandparents house.

"That was our first official date, huh?" He asks, smiling proudly.

"Remember, it was right after you asked me to be your girlfriend at the rock place." I tell him, recalling the happy memory.

"That was one of the best days of my life. The first was meeting you, then asking you to be my girlfriend, a few other little days, and right up to this last Christmas." Peeta tells me.

He puts his hand on my left shoulder.

"You have helped me figure out a lot about myself, did you know that?" I tell him.

He smiles and shrugs, "You've helped me figure a lot about myself too. I finally know the person I am suppose to be." He tells me putting his hand on my cheek.

The spot tingles as the warmth takes over my whole face, I lean in and give his lips a soft but passionate kiss.

"I love you." I tell him and take his hand.

"I love you more." He tells me, smiling wide.

"I seriously doubt that!" I say, playfully punching his arm.

"Wanna bet?" He asks, nudging me in the arm.

"Yes, I do actually." I tell him, cockily.

He is gonna figure out a way to win this, I'm sure. He stands face to face with me, ready to answer. He thinks a minute and then says, "I am gonna sound cheesy but you love cheese buns, so it'll be okay." He winks.

I snort and he continues, "I love you more than the sunset. I love you more than drawing and painting and that is why I love painting you on my canvas. It combines two of my favorite things, but I'll let you take a guess at what I love more." He laughs.

Peeta comes closer with every word he speaks and before I know it we are pressed together and his hands are wrapped around my waist.

"I love you, Katniss Everdeen. I love you more than I love bread." Peeta says and I can't help to burst out laughing and smile as wide as ever.

"You win!" I say, getting out of his grip and I walk away, laughing hysterically.

He is just so good with words even when they are cheesy.

"Yay!" He says and follows me into the kitchen.

"But I believe the winner deserves a kiss from the loser." Peeta says.

I shake my head, "You're funny." I say and walk in the opposite direction still smiling.

I reached into the fridge to get out two bottles of water for us when Peeta begins tickling me.

"Peeta!" I squeal as he let's go.

I hate being tickled.

I hand him his water and he puts it on the table, following me, putting his hands on my ribs the whole way over to the chair.

"Stop, please!" I plead as he continues.

I put my water down and I slap him playfully on the arm, "Stop."

"No, way." He laughs.

I fall onto the floor in a fit of laughter as he just keeps on.

Let's just say, if this wasn't Peeta, I would probably be killing someone, but Peeta makes everything different.