“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he starts, swallowing a breath heavily. “I need you in my life, Katniss. I’ve been going crazy since I left and I think it has everything to do with you. Thats why I act like a prick because you just drive me fucking insane in every way and I love it, Katniss. I love you so much that sometimes I don’t know how to handle it.”
He’s brought his hands up to my cheeks by this point, is holding them in his strong hands and bringing his forehead down to touch mine.
“I’m sorry for ruining the other night,” he whispers, and his eyes flutter closed. “That meant more to me - I can’t explain it. And when I read those messages, I felt like I was actually going to die.”
“Well, I don’t want that,” I whisper back and his eyes open with a playful expression before he releases a small chuckle.
“You didn’t let me explain. You never let me explain,” I say after a minute and his lips fall a little with a knowing nod.
“I’m sorry,” he says again and the genuineness I hear there is enough to help me breathe again.
“I should have told, so you didn’t find out that way,” I admit, though I’m not sure if I’m talking about the kiss or the texts. Referring to the latter, I add: “It just didn’t seem important, until last weekend. I didn’t think I ever stood a chance, until then.”
He leans in and presses his lips against mine, blowing warm breath through his nose over mine and curling his hands around my middle. I don’t pull away until a languid moment has passed.
“So, what does this mean?” He finally asks the question that’s been hanging in the air between us.
“I don’t know,” I say, twisting the drawstring that hangs off his sweatshirt before looking up at him through my eyelashes. “What does it mean?”
He swallows, unhooking his arms from mine before taking my hands into his and nervously lowering himself down onto one knee. My eyes widen as I glance around in the darkness and he clears his throat.
“Katniss,” he says, ignoring the urgency in my tone. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”
I breathe out a sigh of relief, my shoulders hunching forward as I clasp my heart and he burst into hysterical laughter.
“You idiot,” I chuckle, smacking his chest as he rises to his feet.
“What? The idea of marrying me again scares you that bad?”
“Shitless,” I tease and he gives me a coy smile, poking my side before pulling me into his arms. He rests his chin against my shoulder, tracing idle patterns on my back.
“So, is that a yes to the date, though?”
“Yeah,” I smile. “Guess it is.”
“I simply love this family. How can anyone not love this family? I’ve never thought I would love fan fiction that much. But here I’m. I can fangirl over this for hours.” - loving-mellark