I think at some point I kind of forget to breathe, at least that's what I
tell myself to explain why my breath's so short when the kiss breaks.
Doesn't stop me for going for another one, though, it's the one thing that
I've really got a good handle on right now seeing as how my head's spinning
in about a million directions. It brings me a weird kind of focus and
always kinda has. He brings me focus. The more I'm with Peeta, the closer
we are, the less I seem to worry about everything else. The crazy world I
live in seems to slow down a little. Especially now. How crazy is that?
I've spent the last few years rushing to avert disaster after disaster only
to find myself perfectly happy just making out with my boyfriend. Screw the
world, I'm totally good right now.
Pete would never let me hear the end of it.
I run my hand up his chest without really thinking about it until I'm
playing with the collar of his shirt, idly wondering if this is something
we're going to do now or just something we know we're going to do
soon. Maybe I should just ask? Not really wanting to break apart I end up
speaking in-between kisses, "So, is this, like, moving towards things now,
or are we saving that for later? Because if it is, this sofa isn't the most
romantic thing and the tin-hat guy is still on the TV and it feels like
he's watching. And if it isn't, this sofa still isn't the most romantic
thing and it feels like he's watching and maybe we should turn the TV off
or something?"
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Date: 2014-07-30 09:18 pm (UTC)I think at some point I kind of forget to breathe, at least that's what I tell myself to explain why my breath's so short when the kiss breaks. Doesn't stop me for going for another one, though, it's the one thing that I've really got a good handle on right now seeing as how my head's spinning in about a million directions. It brings me a weird kind of focus and always kinda has. He brings me focus. The more I'm with Peeta, the closer we are, the less I seem to worry about everything else. The crazy world I live in seems to slow down a little. Especially now. How crazy is that? I've spent the last few years rushing to avert disaster after disaster only to find myself perfectly happy just making out with my boyfriend. Screw the world, I'm totally good right now.
Pete would never let me hear the end of it.
I run my hand up his chest without really thinking about it until I'm playing with the collar of his shirt, idly wondering if this is something we're going to do now or just something we know we're going to do soon. Maybe I should just ask? Not really wanting to break apart I end up speaking in-between kisses, "So, is this, like, moving towards things now, or are we saving that for later? Because if it is, this sofa isn't the most romantic thing and the tin-hat guy is still on the TV and it feels like he's watching. And if it isn't, this sofa still isn't the most romantic thing and it feels like he's watching and maybe we should turn the TV off or something?"