You and your damn low rise jeans had been taunting Sam all day, and you had no idea. He hated how his mind would wander to what you had underneath, his eyes following you as you bent over, almost hoping up catch a glimpse.

You bent down, crouching to look at something on the ground on a hunt.

“Red…?” Sam mumbled, not realising you could hear as he announced the colour of your underwear.