Annie was all but taking notes, honestly. And while it was her turn to make a soft little noise in response to watching him, she was also thinking ahead to the next time they'd see each other, because, like -- look, she knew pretty well by now what she did to Diego, but it was fascinating (and so hot) to see what he liked when she wasn't actually available, too.

"Fuck, you're so hot," she breathed, sitting up a little more in bed in obvious, restless response to what he was doing. Her hand went up to twine in her hair for a moment before lightly resting against her own chest, her fingertips tracing an idle pattern near the hollow of her throat.