"Just barely," Sam corrected, teasing. "I mean, honestly baby, we're going for a night," he stressed, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know what you're doing with all the clothes .. hot date tonight?" he added with a wink.
Sam was lucky he'd managed to fill a backpack. He'd shoved in a pair of boxers, two mismatched socks, jeans, a t-shirt, a stick of deoderant, and a toothbrush. He was good to go.
Oh, and one more thing - the little pair of earrings, snug in their box, that he'd stuffed inside his rolled up boxers. Hey, they were clean, okay.