"Katniss! Katniss?" Peeta whispered, while I crossed the verge of consciousness. His body layed directly behind me, with his lips centimeters away from the right ear. I glance across the room as the breeze, from the open window, lays overs me. Strong hands guide my body to face behind me. "You were thrashing around again,Katniss. You can tell me about it if you'd like."
I shake my head no. Seeing it was one thing, but explaining it not only makes me relive it, makes me feels as if it was real. I've been tormented by these dreams for a while now. Night after night, it almost feels never ending.
I gather the strength to shift my body away from his again. Pins and needles shoot through me from my left side. "Katniss?" Peeta says.
"I'm fine." I say my voice, hoarse, throat sore from choking to hold back the tears. One hand over my quivering lips, the other old finds comfort on the raised levels of skin across my body. Hands slide down, following the natural curve of my body. His hands are still cold, but only slightly warmer than the surrounding air.
"Peeta.." My words linger, with no verbal response. Just cold kisses that gravitate towards my lower back.
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Rye's Start {EDITING} (Book #2)
FanfictionThis is the second book I've made.The first is Willow's Beginning on Katniss' first pregnacy. This book is on her second pregnancy, while balancing being a first time mother and a wife.
