“Sam, have you seen my bag?”Sam looked up from the motel bed he was sitting on where he

“Sam, have you seen my bag?”Sam looked up from the motel bed he was sitting on where he had his nose buried in a book.“No, last I saw you took it out when we stopped at the gas station”shit. you had stopped in North Dakota on the way back home, and you were freezing your ass off, so you had taken it out of the car to grab a sweatshirt. You sat it down on the ground next to baby’s tire and never put it back. “shit, I left it in North Dakota at that gas station.”Sam closed his book and started to get concerned “Was there anything important in there?” you shook your head, “No, just some clothes, salt, matches, nothing worth getting upset over.” Sam got off the bed and walked over to his duffle, he pulled out a neatly folded piece of fabric that you soon realized was one of his flannels.“Here, you can sleep in this tonight, and we’ll be home tomorrow so you can get your normal clothes then.” He handed you the flannel and your hands met his for just a brief moment before you took it. “Thanks Sam” You climbed out of the tiny motel shower and the room was filled with steam. You rung all the water out of your hair before throwing it up in a bun and drying yourself off. You threw on Sam’s flannel, luckily it was long enough on you that it covered everything, and went into the bedroom area where Sam was once again reading his book.Sam looked up through the hair that had fallen over his eyes and saw you in his flannel, and damn did you look good, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you “You should wear my flannels more often”  -- source link

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