She was prepared, okay? It was admirable. Also, this was really his fault for broadening her horizons beyond doing this in a bed. And who would ever bake in her apartment, anyway? Surely no one, ever.

Annie was deeply unconcerned with whether or not her condom stashing foresight was weird (it was), and instead busied herself with pressing in close to Diego and reaching between them to make sure the angle was right before she shifted her hips and slowly slid over him with a groan.

She was actually kind of proud of herself for managing not to be that loud about it, all things considered.