Love is not always secret.

onehappybitch:
“ At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite color. It’s green?”
“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”
“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.
“Not bright orange. But soft. Like...

onehappybitch:

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite color. It’s green?”

“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”

“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.

“Not bright orange. But soft. Like sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”

“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.”

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