By late afternoon I lie with my head in Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while his hand go still. “What?” I ask.
"I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever." he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty an awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it,” I say.