A flush covered her face, and she was glad for the dim lights.

True, she was getting better about not caring so much about nudity. But trying to balance that particular hang up, with not wanting to be apart from Peeta had been a balancing act.

She had even been afriad she'd step into the shower and it'd some how seal her in for the night.

Still she had trust him not to look. And she hadn't. Pretty much.