Peeta loved you — that was true, but did you love him? Constantly backing away and stiffening from kisses and the way he held you close? Peeta wasn’t sure. Maybe you were shy? Nervous? Overall you two were on display in that small vulnerable moment with your bow tucked behind and Mockingbirds ruffling above your heads.

In the small corner of the cave, some light shone in causing you to slowly blink and awaken as you swallowed back what your mouth held a spot on your tongue refused to moisten as you groggily sat up — your stomach growled and out in the corner of your eye was Peeta sitting against the rock wall looking over at you with a neutral expression. “Morning.” He's tired from night watch but doesn't seem to quite mind; you promised yourself to just take a nap but that turned into more of course. “How did you sleep?” He says shifting over to you with a small smile on his lips, another genuine smile he shared with you.

Haymitch had sent through stuff the two of you oh so desperately needed out in the wilderness a day ago. The leftover broth from last night left a taste in your mouth. “There’s more.” He gestured to the center of the cave where the other items — the hot broth with goat cheese, apples, Lamb stew, and such and such.

you weren’t sure how long this act was gonna go on, but you were starting to catch feelings for Peeta as well.