It was a well-known fact by now that Sam, if given the opportunity, would live between your thighs, with how perfect they fit in his hands, the warmth they provided…

So, even though you were wearing rather short shorts, not something that was unusual by any means, Sam just… couldn’t stop himself.

His hand stayed firmly planted on your thigh, squeezing and caressing it every so often and letting out a pleased sigh as he did.