I felt unbelievably and incredulously stupid. I forced myself onto Peeta, which was the absolutely last thing I should be doing, and the last person I should be thinking about. It was around 2 in the morning and I found myself stumbling around the hallways of the train until I ended up in the lounge covered with the Capitols finest cloths, and equipment. I picked up a glass cup, halfway filled with whiskey and threw it. The glass collided with the opposite wall and splintered into tiny glittering fragments, the drink ran down the wall and stained the carpet. I lost it then; I threw the bottles knocked over the furniture and tore open the cushions. I was in a blind rage, it wasn't just my anger at the Capitol anymore, it was the built up stress. I worried for my family, for my life, and for a moment I truly hated Peeta. Just as I was about to throw a wine bottle I heard a startled gasp. I tossed the bottle at my feet, ignoring the several cuts the glass gave me and the searing pain that followed when the wine fell into the wounds. I turned, and Effie winced as she heard the sound of crunched glass. Her eyes grew wider as she surveyed the scene.

"Oh my GOD. GALE HAWTHORN!" her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips tightened. I had a feeling I was going to get the lecture of a lifetime. Effie took a deep breath ready to give me hell.

"What's going on?" Peeta appeared in the hallway, all decked out in Capitol standard pajamas. He looked curiously between me and Effie until he saw what I did to the room.

"Holy shi-"

"Manners!" she cut him off, and returned to glaring at me. To be honest she almost looked normal without her face being caked in layers of makeup.

"Do you have any idea what you have done! Look at this mess, it will take forever to clean up!"

"Effie…I got this." Peeta said, trying to calm her down. She gave him a glance, then her eyes softened and she turned around muttering about how she wanted to work with tributes who weren't barbarians for once.

It was silent between the two of us, we didn't move or speak, until Peeta reached out to me and I took a few steps away, my feet firmly sinking into the piles of glass. This time he grabbed me more roughly and managed to pick me off the ground. That really surprised me, I didn't think that he was that strong. I went limp in his arms and he carried me back to my room and set me on the bed.

"Lay back." He said. Peeta turned the lights on and examined my bloodied feet. He went to the bathroom and returned with a wet rag, tweezers, a bowl and bandages.

"This is going to hurt a bit." He said as he propped my foot up and began to remove the glass. I winced but I didn't make a sound. When he was done with the left he mopped up the blood and wine, then bandaged my foot before moving to the right.

"Are you going to speak to me or what?" Peeta asked as he viciously ripped out a large shard of glass that was stuck in the heel of my foot. I groaned slightly, but sat up trying my best to ignore the pain.

"I thought you just wanted me to go." I said with a little bitterness in my voice.

"You're so childish." He said with yanking out another fragment. I gritted my teeth and pulled on the covers of my bed.

"So?"

"Oh grow up."

"If I could then I wouldn't be here." I whispered clenching the fabric in my hands. Peeta looked up at me briefly, then looked down and began to clean and bandage my foot. After he finished putting the last wrap in place he sat on the bed with his head down.

"You know you are right…we do need to talk. I don't want things between us to go unsaid, because when I die-"

"You are not going to die."

"Gale, stop. You know that I have no chance, what am I going to do? Bake them to death? You can win Gale. You can fight. You can-"

"STOP! Don't say that, don't just give up before we even get there." I said gripping his shoulders. Peeta was shocked at my reaction, and slowly nodded his head.

"Your right…I'm sorry its just getting to me. I mean, I can't kill people."

"You don't know that."

"I can't kill anyone…I bet with the time comes I'll try but, I don't know if I can carry through with it." He bit his lips and looked down at the sheets. Peeta was closing himself off again. I lifted his head up and made sure that he looked me in the eyes.

"This isn't what were supposed to be talking about anyways. Right?"

"Right." He shifted uncomfortably before tucking his feet to his side, "About that night…"

"We didn't have sex if that's what you're wondering." I said softly. Peeta looked at me in disbelief.

"But we were in bed naked, and I was in pain and…"

"You were drunk and you fell pretty hard."

"But I was naked, you were naked."

"Yeah, we were." I ran my hand through my hair and lay back on the bed, "You really don't remember anything do you."

"No…" he said looking down ashamed.

"I guess I'm going to have to jog your memory." I said slightly distracted. Peeta turned his head at me.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I leaned over and firmly gripped Peeta's face as I leaned in and deeply kissed him. He tried to push away at first, but then gave in. Our lips fit together perfectly, moving with each other in a perfect rhythm. I laid Peeta on his back, got on top of him and passionately kissed his neck as I tried to unbutton the sleeping shirt he was wearing. He moaned and tried to cover his mouth. I tugged his shirt off and cast it aside as I explored his body. The blonde boy had defined muscles, and I set my hands on his chest and worked my way down.

"I thought you said we didn't have sex." He whispered through gasps. I kissed his lips again and whispered in his ear.

"We didn't." I nibbled on his neck and went down his tantalizing skin.

"So…we did this?" he moaned, gripping the back of my head.

"Sort of." I lifted him up and shifted our positions making him on top of me, "You were very, very seductive." I kissed him roughly, forcing us to break apart panting. Peeta's hands shook as he lifted my shirt over my head. I grabbed his wrists steadying him.

"I'm here for you, don't worry." I whispered, caressing his cheek. His face changed and he had a moment of courage, where he pushed me down and held my hands hostage above my head as his mouth had his way with mine. Suddenly he jumped off of me, hiding his hard-on with a pillow. Peeta just sat there avoiding my eyes.

"And then what happened?" he asked, pretending I hadn't noticed what was hiding beneath that pillow.

"And then…and then you passed out. Right there on top of me, of course by then all of our clothes were off. So I just tucked you into bed and fell asleep myself." This was only half a lie of course. Peeta did pass out on me, and he spent the night, but I conveniently left out the part where he said some pretty embarrassing things in his sleep.

"Oh…that's all?"

"That's all."

"Nothing more?

"…Nothing more."

"Oh okay." Peeta awkwardly got to his feet, trying to be nonchalant about the pillow, "Well I should go…"

"No wait…can you just stay a little longer?" I asked desperately. He briefly spared a glance downward and shook his head.

"Nope, I'm really tired, I better go to bed."

"Oh…Umm…Okay then. I'll see you in the morning then."

"Yeah…See ya." He said as he made his escape. I held my breath until the footsteps faded into the low hum from the train.

"Se ya." I muttered weakly to no one in particular. I hobbled over to a light scanner on the other side of the room and slid my finger down it until the room was pitch black. I fumbled blindly to my bed almost tripping on the sleep shirt Peeta left behind. I picked it up, letting the silk fabric slide in my fingers. I clutched it in my arms as I slid into bed and deeply inhaled his scent. His smell was like fresh bread with a hint of frosting, warm and sweet. I sighed, wishing for this smell to be connected to his body instead of a shirt that he left behind. Peeta Mellark, a boy with wavy blonde hair, pale blue eyes as wide and deep as the sky itself, skin smooth, tan and finely worked. Every detail, every perfection, every blemish, all of it that made up Peeta Mellark…I remembered our first night together, the whisper that sent thrills through my body as they passed his recently kissed lips.

"I Love You."