You awake to the gentle morning light, in your soft bed,feeling your husbands arms holding you to his strong warm chest, his heart beating in your ear, his face still peacefully asleep. And you wonder how did it ever get this far. This was a fake Marriage. A tactic you two used to avoid the wrath of president Snow. A way you survived the games and now you had to keep it looking convincing. but it went from holding hands in public and a few pet names for show to living together, sharing a bed, kissing, Peeta making you meals and desserts and you reading to him and singing him to sleep...and so much cuddling. The lines were blurred. And this certainly didn't feel fake anymore