Sam Imagine
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You lean forward on the counter as you turn the pages of your book. A figure goes by in your peripheral but you ignore it. A moment later it goes by in the opposite direction.
"Sam?"
"Huh?" He abruptly stops, almost falling of the stool and losing his balance.
You look up and see the broom in his hand as he look at you curiously and dangerously in love.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning." He says simply.
"Do you always have to clean like that?" You giggle as he sweeps the broom and glides to the opposite side of the kitchen.
"Yes."
You close your book and watch him as he sweeps across the kitchen until he ends up in front of you, also leaning on the counter.
"You are so weird."
"In a good way right?"
"Always. However I would appreciate a little normal once in a while." You chuckle getting him down from the rolling stool.
"I don't think that will ever happen." He runs his hand through your hair and kisses you softly.
Word count: 179
A/N:
This is painfully short and I apologize. I'm not in the best mind state to write with the world on fire and all. I don't know. Maybe I should take a break.
