“I’m not that beautiful. —”
[ He instinctively denied him, but a part of him believed everything Peeta was saying. And even more believed when taking off guard at the gentle and soft kiss of Peeta’s lips on his skin. His hand slowly moved up to grip his blonde hair and moved a bit in to him feeling his hand on his hips. ]
“Peeta. —”
[ Kit huffed out with a small smile. ]
[ Peeta knew better than to be so forward. He was usually reserved and allowed Kit a healthy amount of personal space. But in that moment Kit had looked vulnerable in such a way that he couldn’t resist himself. Peeta let out a sharp gasp as Kit gripped him by the hair. ]
“Yes, my darling?"