There's something in his eagerness that makes her laugh into his kiss. It's a girlish sound, a rare sound. She doesn't have many reasons to laugh anymore in her life. Not that she had many to begin with in the first place. But he looks so happy that something within her soars in delight. She knows where this is heading. And it scares her more than she wants to admit. But seeing that smile on Peeta's face?

She kisses him back, wanting to lose herself in the feel of his kiss again. But it's harder to focus on his mouth this time. Not as her nipple hardens as he massages her breasts. All she knows is the basic mechanics. That little bit of information taught in school. That her body can feel like this? That the touch of his hand against heated skin makes her moan louder this time, a noise that sounds embarrassing to her own ears. But she can't help it. She can't help how good he's making her feel.

"Oh," she gasps against his lips, feeling him stiffen by her pelvis and trying very, very hard to ignore it. There's so much to focus on, so much to be embarrassed about. And all she can think to do is murmur another, "oh," against his mouth and hug him tighter to her.