Peeta's hands shook as he walked to Katniss' room on the train. He could hear her screams and knew she was in the middle of a nightmare; probably about president Snow and her family. When he arrived at her door, he hesitated before going in. What he she pushes me away? Peeta thought as sadness enveloped his heart. Katniss was not exactly the most open person, and Peeta had been trying to change that for sometime now. Not in a bad way, he just wanted her to talk to him. One... two... time to go in... three. He opened the door as she let out a shriek.
"Katniss!" Peeta rushed to her bedside. "Katniss, wake up! It's me, Peeta. I'm here, Katniss," he said softly in his kind voice.
"Peeta? Peeta, your here," she beamed happily.
"Yeah, I am," he assured the scared girl laying in front of him.
He took off his shoes and lay in the bed next to her. What's on her mind? Peeta wondered as she looked into his blue eyes.
"I love you," Peeta said quietly, yet confidently, as if he knew what he was saying and how it would urge her to say it back.
What is he doing? How can he expect me to know my response to this statement? Does he want me to say it back? Of course he does...
"I..." Katniss didn't know what to say. Instead, she leaned forward, and gently kissed his soft lips. They tasted of mint, most likely from his tooth paste. When the kiss ended, he looked into her gray eyes. "I love you, too." And she knew that it wasn't just something she was staying to make him feel worthwhile. She really did love him.