Annie was not responsible for the whimpery little noise she let out in response to watching his hand dip out of frame (and what her imagination was doing to fill in some blanks, there.) Okay? Not responsible at all.

"I kind of do," she said softly, swallowing hard. "But maybe you should tell me."

And then Annie might actually just spontaneously orgasm or something, because this was really working for her.

(Or, you know. She'd figure out her own next steps in a second.)