“I’m sorry.” He said it heavy when I looked up at him, still in my tank top and shorts, barefooted and felt cold, I know he was, I did.
“You cold?” he looked at me when I was making a nod seeing him take of the flannel and made me put it on, showing me his worked arms and the smell of him engulfing me hitting me like a brick hammer when I was pulling the shirt closer around me.
“Leave them on Buck, you need them more then me…” I made the smallest of smiles when he was leaning down, getting his boots off for my feet when I made amused look, he really was the sweetest wasn’t he?
“No, no… s**t I deserve it… take them, take everything…” he was getting his left boot off when I made a chuckle, fine that was up to him then if he wanted to freeze his ass off on the ground that still was cold an
