"No, I do not." I sit back and let Peeta turn off the TV, running a hand through my hair, kinda glad that the moment's passed. I mean, not, like super-glad, but glad. We wanna have sex, which is kind of awesome and scary but there's no reason to rush into things. Not that we're rushing. I mean, we've been going kind of normal I guess? I wouldn't know and all the people I might ask aren't here.

Like Steve.

But that's not something I want to dwell on right now, not when things are going so well. "Dinner seems good, great even." And the wine sounded even better.