Sam was not happy to be attending the most extravagant Halloween party of the season, even if it was for you, and even if he got to see your hot body in a tiny costume. In his opinion, he could see that whenever he wanted at home. But he'd do anything for you after just a tiny pout on your end; he was so utterly whipped and he didn't even care.

You peek out of the bathroom, barely concealing a gorgeous grin at him. Sam looks up, slamming his Constitutional Law notes shut before grinning back like a love-sick idiot.

"Let me see you, baby."

You obliged, shutting off the bathroom light and doing a twirl in his bedroom. A white corset, a short skirt, frilly wings, was that a garter!? Sam swallows, his eyes softening as he looks at you and how excited you are to show him your costume.

"Aww, my pretty angel, huh?"