Asking Sam about the scrunch on his wrist was akin to delving into a mystery as complex as the origin of life itself.

"You're... oh, you're serious..." His voice faltered as he composed himself, the blush on his cheeks deepening, now accompanied by a sheepish grin.

"It's... well, it's for when a girl wants to, um... give me... head." The words slipped out, punctuated by a nervous chuckle, leaving the air thick with a blend of discomfort and humor.