#thisone'sforyoubabe

Peeta brought her a small glass of eggnog, sans the extra shot of whiskey this time. 

When she took the glass in her hand she noticed he had topped it off with cinnamon and a few curlicues of orange peel. When she took a sip she almost moaned at the improved flavors. Whatever spices he had added had transformed the grocery store drink into a decadent, creamy, Christmas tasting delight. 

Before he could retreat back to the kitchen she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him down to sit next to her on the couch. She had some questions she wanted to ask him, since he hadn’t said much while Piers had laid out her options in the dining room. He looked startled for a moment but then he relaxed after she took one last sip of the eggnog and set the glass down on the end table next to the couch. She saw him staring at her mouth and figured she had an eggnog mustache. She swiped her tongue across her top lip to wipe away any residue and then fixed him with a steady gaze. 

“What’s up Katniss?” Peeta asked. The only display of nerves she could pinpoint was the way his jaw flexed a little when he studied her, and his eyes seemed a little darker in color than usual. She fought to keep her expression neutral under his scrutiny, but he was so handsome she had a hard time restraining herself from slipping closer to him. She ached to run her fingers through Peeta’s slightly shaggy waves, and across his broad chest, mapping the dips and ridges of his hard body.