Yay, it's not just me. Which I'm not certain is something I should be celebrating, but I'll take the win anyways. Besides, the kissing is working wonders and I can feel myself relaxing a bit, letting Peeta pull me in and making me feel the way he always does, happy. Kind of a big deal in my life post-Warehouse. It's all warm and wonderful which is why I pull away a little after the last kiss, feeling my heart pound as I give his lip a little nibble.

"C'mon, bedroom's this way." I don't want us to get so caught up in things and realize we're still on the sofa. Don't get me wrong, it's a great sofa, but I really don't want to have sex on it. Not tonight at least. Besides, I even did the girly thing and got candles for the bedroom, the whole romantic cliche. I really want this to be something, since we've been waiting and dancing around it for so long. So I give him one last, long kiss before I reluctantly slide off his lap and offer him my hand.