Astrid woke slowly. The sheets and blankets were tangled around her and Finnick's leg was laying over hers and his arm was over her chest. She turned her head to look at him. He was still sleeping. He looked so peaceful she wanted to capture the moment. She reached over and brushed her fingers along his cheek. He stirred slightly.
The urge to pee and get out from under his body heat made her finally slip out of bed. She used his bathroom, glanced in the mirror and fixed her hair just a bit before going back to the bedroom.
His dark eyes were boring into her when she returned.
“You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” he said.
Suddenly she felt self conscious. She looked around for something to wear.
“Don't you dare get dressed and slip out, not yet,” he growled. He sprang
