Gummy Bear Kisses

Chapter Fourteen

9:13 a.m.

My eyes flutter open and I glance around. This has to be Peeta's room...but where's Peeta? I feel the side of the bed he slept on. Cold. Where'd he go? I sit up and hold the sheets to my chest, looking around curiously. I see certificates, trophies, pictures of him, pictures of me, a life size, cardboard cut out of me, more pictures- A life size, cardboard cut out of me?! I carefully climb out of the bed, stabling myself by grabbing onto the headboard. I feel a dull ache between and in my legs. "Christ, Peeta," I mutter, giggling to myself. I take one of his shirts off of his computer chair and sniff it. It smells just like him so it must be clean. I pull it over my body before running my fingers through my messy hair. I look around for a hair tie of some sort, but don't find one. I sigh and look over at my cut out. My smile is so...intimidating. I walk over to it, beginning to fold it up. He won't be needing this anymore.

I open his closet and stuff it inside with a smirk. I shut the door quietly and open his bedroom door. I carefully exit the room and walk down the narrow hallway into the living room. As I walk, I hear the sizzle and smell of bacon. Mmmm, bacon. Another scent catches me. Cinnamon. I see my dress in a heap on the floor and I pick it up. I drape it over the back of the couch, picking up my clutch that's on the couch. I open it, pulling out my phone. I turn it on and see I have a message.

Effie Trinket: We need to be at the airport by 2:30 p.m. Wherever you are, you need to calculate the timing and distance from the airport.

I bite my bottom lip and unlock my phone quickly. I begin to text her back.

Me: Don't worry. I'm only @ Peeta's apartment. It's not a long drive. Maybe 4 or 5 mi

"Whatcha texting?" Peeta asks, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I smile as I remember the last time we had a moment like this. In high school, during advisory. I had written my dream of being a model or actress and Peeta caught me in the act. "I'm just texting Effie. She said we have to be at the airport by 2:30 p.m." He spins me around to face him, smiling sadly. I look him up and down quickly, seeing him only in his boxers. "Well, we'll get there when we get there, won't we, Babe?" I nod, letting him pull me close to him. I lay my head on his shoulder, placing my hand on his sculpted pecs. "You're amazing," I sigh, loving the moment. "What do you mean?"

"You're a God," I answer, letting my hand slide down to the elastic of his boxer briefs. He smirks, pressing his forehead against mine, I tilting my head upwards, letting our noses touch. I grin back, letting my fingers gently tug on the elastic. His lips are only centimeters away from mine and I can't stand it. Just as I'm about to close the space between us, the oven dings and he breaks away. "Cinnamon rolls are done," he grins, seeing my annoyance. He pulls me into the kitchen with him. I huff. "These cinnamon rolls better be the bomb, or else I'm going to have you pouring icing on-"

"Say no more, Katniss," he smirks, dabbing my lips with icing. "Peeta-" he slams his lips against mine, I'm sure licking my lips clean. I stumble back against the counter, one hand holding on to the edge while the other tangles in his blonde hair. He puts his hands on either side of me, smiling against my lips. I can't help but smile too. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before ending the kiss abruptly. "Why-" before I can finish complaining, he stuffs a cinnamon roll in my mouth. Surprisingly, it's one of the best thing's I've ever had. I hate to admit it, but this is better than my mother's.

Once I've finished chewing and swallowing it, he gives me a peck on the lips. "There's a brand new tooth brush in my bathroom you can use." I nod, turning around and walking to the bathroom down the hall. I shut the door behind me once I enter. I see the tooth brush he was talking about along with a hair tie. I brush my teeth quickly before grabbing the hair tie...wait one God dang second. Peeta's hair isn't long enough to put in a ponytail, so why would he own one? What if it isn't his? What if this is some other girl's? What if he's cheating on me?! Come on now, Katniss, get ahold of yourself. He wouldn't cheat on you-