When I wake up, I don't immediately open my eyes. I decide to lie on the bed, and just enjoy the warmth, and comfort. Peeta's still here. His strong, muscular arms are rapped around me, encasing me in a cocoon. I roll over to face him. He looks so peaceful. It's easy to forget all the hardship we've been through with moments like this. He looks younger in his sleep. He's gone back to looking like the young boy who waved at the citizens of the Capitol as we arrived for the games. His dirty blonde curls fall into his face, casting shadows onto his cheeks. I could lie here with him all day, but I know he had to go to the bakery today. I glance over his shoulder, and see that it's 06:30. Peeta had an hour until he has to be at work.
"Peeta." I whisper in his ear.
Nothing.
"Peeta." I say a bit louder.
I roll my eyes, before bending down to him, and placing a soft kiss on his lips. He doesn't respond for a moment, but then returns it after gaining consciousness.
"Feel free to wake me up like this every morning."
I giggle, which is something I never do. Peeta grins a big, bright smile that shows his teeth. He reaches up, and brushes a loose hair away from my face. He cups my cheek, and then pulls me towards him. His lips collide with mine, sending shivers down my spine. He rolls me over on to my side, and holds me close to him with his arms. Our lips fit perfectly together, and they move in synchronisation. I run my hands through his hair, while he runs his up and down my back.
"Don't you have to go to work?" I ask regretfully.
"Yeah. It sucks. I'd much rather stay here with you."
I smile, and pull him back in for another kiss, which he returns. He gets out of the bed, and starts to get dressed. I have I nice view of his muscles, which are well toned from heaving 100 pounds of flour around from a young age. I allow myself to stare at them for a moment.
"Hey, you wanna meet me in the meadow for lunch?" He asks while throwing a shirt over his head.
"Yeah, sounds nice. So, you'll go to work, and bake, and I'll sit here, and do nothing all day."
"You won't to nothing. I know you. You'll go to the woods, or the Hob, or something like that." He says through a life.
And he's right. He does know me. He knows me better than anyone. This fact used to scare me, as I didn't want to open up to anyone, or let anyone break down my walls. I couldn't risk being that carless. This is why my walls have always been build up. That was until Peeta came along, and smashed them with a hammer. A hammer made of hope.