When Haymitch dismisses us to bed with harsh words, I can hardly blame him. We've just made his job so much harder by committing those blatant acts of rebellion in our private sessions with the Gamemakers. I can't help but feel at least slightly proud of our actions, though.

I walk Katniss down to her room, holding her hand, and staying silent. When we reach her door, before I can even open my mouth to say goodnight, she's wrapped her arms around me and her head is resting against my chest. I get those flutters in my stomach that make me feel really, for lack of a better word, girly, but I don't care. Not when she's the one giving them to me. My hands slide up her back and I lean my cheek against her hair.

"I'm sorry if I've made things worse," she says.

"No worse than I did," I reply. "Why did you do it, anyway?"

"I don't know. To show them that I'm more than just a piece in their Games?" She says.

Her allusion to my words on the roof last year makes me laugh. I know that she completely understands what I meant now.

"Me too," And I have to tell her something that I've been thinking about the past few days. "And I'm not saying I'm not going to try. To get you home, I mean. But if I'm perfectly honest about it…"

"If you're perfectly honest about it, you think President Snow has given them direct orders to make sure we die in the arena anyway," she says.

As always, she's right. As if she's reading my mind. We speak about the games for only a few minutes after, and just stand there, absorbed in our own thoughts and each other's embraces.

Katniss breaks the silence. "So what should we do with our last few days?"

I think it over and decide to just tell the truth of what I really want to do. "I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you."

"Come on, then," she says, taking my hand. I can't help but let the suggestive interpretation of her words cross my mind, especially as she pulls me into her room and closes the door. Then, I shake it from my head, feeling sort of ashamed for thinking it as I climb into bed after her and wrap my arms about her small frame. She snuggles into me and rests her head on my chest, and I'm out like a light within a minute.

When I see Katniss wake the next morning, I look down at her and say, "No nightmares,"

"No nightmares," she confirms. "You?"

"None," I'm happy to say. "I'd forgotten what a real night's sleep feels like."

Wishing to stay like this forever and in no rush to get up, we lie there for quite a while, just taking in the relaxation. I start to think what awaits us as training for the interviews. Soon, the Avox girl comes in and hands a note to Katniss. She reads it off, and announces that Effie and Haymitch both agree we can handle ourselves well in public; therefore, they're cancelled the coaching sessions.

"Really?" I ask, elated. I take the note from her and examine it. "Do you know what this means? We have the whole day to ourselves."

By late afternoon, we're already well into our picnic on the roof. Katniss's head rests in my lap as she makes a beautiful crown out of flowers and I play with her hair under the pretense of "just practicing my knots," which I know she can see right through. I love this moment. Sitting here, relaxed, gently playing with Katniss's hair when I realize something, and stop my fiddling.

"What?" She asks.

"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever," I say.

I immediately brace myself for her usual silence after I make a comment of my love for her. "Okay," she says, sounding completely relaxed and sure.

I smile, ecstatic. "Then you'll allow it?"

"I'll allow it," she says.

In utter happiness, living in a beautiful moment, I return my fingers to her hair and watch as she dozes off peacefully in my lap.