[Despite the chill of the damp air, Peeta's body is warm around her. His cheek against her hair comforting. If she knew what he was thinking right now, she'd deny it all. Tell him that he was probably crazy.
(Which he is, isn't he? To love her and want her like this?)
It's probably for the best that she doesn't know. And that she remains quiet, safe and sound in his arms while she fights away any lingering fears.]
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(Which he is, isn't he? To love her and want her like this?)
It's probably for the best that she doesn't know. And that she remains quiet, safe and sound in his arms while she fights away any lingering fears.]