Unfortunately, Katniss is probably right about their future. It doesn't look bright. Claire had told him once that all she remembered from Sunday school were the saints and the martyrs and that they'd both ended up the same way: bloody and dead.

No one is too good for her. That's the first thing she needs to realize. He's being a decent human being and he cares about Katniss.

He's been trying to tell her that.

They'll work on those issues and they will take time. Hopefully she'll talk to him about those issues and concerns and feelings. In the morning, he'll be here (or possibly in the kitchen making breakfast) to reassure her that everything is okay.

He loves the way she struggles to catch her breath, the way he can hear her heart beating so fast, the rush of blood to her skin, and those pleased little groans because they all tell him that she's enjoying herself. He's not too considerate. He's making certain that she's still okay with this.

"Maybe if you keep saying that, I'll believe you," he tells her with the slightest grin before he tugs her shirt up over her head and tosses away. His hands slide up over her ribs and the curve of her breast. He lowers his head to trail kisses across her skin.