"Hi," Annie said softly, smiling at him in spite of a new little surge of nerves (and lust, which helped with the nerves!) "This is better. I miss you."

Like, seeing his face helped, but it also just made everything more -- acute. Annie cleared her throat and actually went ahead and shifted a little so that at least her her shoulders were visible above the covers, along with a hint of cleavage.

Because that was the point, right? For him to see her.