[ A laugh came out from Kit, an actual, genuine real laugh. When their lips parted it was a bitter sweet moment but he still held onto Peeta as if that was his only thing left he had to do in the world. Kit licked his lips again swiftly and he looked down a bit, blushing a slight shade of red. ]
“Well I thought I’d taste like tree water and fish.”
[ Years of admiration hung on his lips. Peeta had to make sure he didn’t come off as needy or desperate whenever he was kissing Kit. He thought it best to ration off his affection as to not overwhelm the hunter. ]
“Not at all. You taste just as you should.
Like a slice of heaven.”