On the run

Chapter 7

Katniss POV.
We've just finished eating our sandwiches and we are ready to go back on the road. I still dont understand why is Peeta helping me.
"Hey, Peeta, you never really answered my question"
"Huh? What question?" He seems genuinly confused
"Why are you helping me" he shrugs.
"I just had to"
"But why though? I mean you're helping me, eventhough that could cost you your freedom and I am considered a murderer."
"Considered?"
"Peeta, I'm innocent. I didn't kill anyone. Everyone suspeita it was me because the victim was killed with an arrow and I hunt. Plus I was in the crime scene."
"So did you see who did that?"
"Just a quick glance, but I didn't notice anything about the person. I think it was a man though, but I cant remember very well because I was hit in the head" remembering this is só painfull, I feel like crying. But I cant, I'm strong, and strong people dont cry.
Unsuccessfully I let a tear flow down my cheek. Peeta seems to notice and wipes it with his thumb.
"It's okay Katniss, you really dont need to talk about it. I dont care about what happened, and I also dont care about anything of that. You could be guilty and I still would do the same I did, and much more." after his confession I ask myself what does he meen, does he love me? And if he does, do I love him? I really dont know, Maybe I do , but I barely know him.
For a few momentos we just look into each others eyes. I cant help but get list in his. They're so beautiful, só blue. Like the sky in a summer day. Clear and full of ligh. Than my gaze wonders to his nose. It look so perfect under the moonlight that comes through the car window. I notice a small cut on top of it. It's more a scar. I wonder where he got it. Around the scar, if you look close enought you notice light freckels, just like in his cheekbones. His blond curles shine with the moonlight and make him look even more perfect. Then I start at his lips, so pink, they look really soft. I feel myself longing for his touch. We are so close that the tips of our noses almost touch.
Then Peeta looked back to the road, ruining the moment, kinda.
"Why are you helping me?" I ask again. I dont understand why doesn't he answer my question
"To be truth I really dont know. I think that it's probably because I dont want you out of my life, eventhough I barely know you"
"What do you mean?" I ask
"Katniss..."
"Peeta..." I mimic, trying to copy his tone
"I think I'm in love with you, Katniss"