I move closer and can feel the pull of gravity pushing me towards him. I can see him move in too, but he suddenly pulls back and looks at me seriously.

I give him a nod to let him know that I'm serious about this. That I want to do this. That I want to… try.

I move closer again and he doesn't resist this time. Our lips touch softly, and I feel a spark that I've never felt before.

I pull back, surprised at the shock that I felt.

He smiles and leans in again.

This time, the kisses start out soft again, but they get harder. And then, I feel it. That thing again. The thing I've only ever felt once before. In the cave, almost a year ago, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made something stir deep inside me. Only one that made me want more.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tip of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

We continue kissing. We have no interruptions to stop us, no reasons to quit. And neither of us want to.

His kisses continue from my mouth to my neck and then to my collarbone. I gasp. I've never felt this way before. But I never want it to stop. Ever.

I move his face back up. I need to feel his lips on mine.

I can feel him smiling as he continues to kiss me. I can't help but do the same. This feels… so perfect. So right.

And I know it's time.

I start to reach towards the hem of my dress, but I feel his hands stop me.

I look at him in confusion. Does he not want this?

He sees my face and says, "I just wanted to make sure…" he's out of breath "that you want this. That you really want this."

He looks at me fiercely, wanting me to give an honest answer.

As I look into his eyes, I see it.

I see us together in the future. I see me teaching him how to swim in the lake that my father showed me. I see us in our home, Peeta baking and me cooking up with a caught that day. Him always being there to comfort me in the night. I see us… being happy. Belonging together. And that's when I know I can give him an honest answer.

"More than anything." I reply as I lean in to kiss him again.

As we're kissing, I reach towards my dress again but find his hands there once again. However, instead of stopping me, he's helping me and he pulls up my dress over my head, revealing me.

I know that should be embarrassed, but I'm not. I feel…comfortable. Like he's supposed to see me this way. He stares at me for moment and mouths "beautiful."

I smile and say "Your turn."

I take off his shirt and check out what's underneath. The last time I saw his body, we were in much different circumstances. This time, however, I run my hand across his chest and admire the muscles that come from lifting those bags of flour. He takes my hand into his and helps me unbuckle his pants. After, he brings his hands back up to my face and starts kissing me again.

As we're kissing, I lay back and I pull him on top of me onto the bed. We explore each other's bodies, leading to things that both of us have never experienced before.

After, he holds me in his arms and I know that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Here with Peeta. And I never want to be anywhere else. This is home.