Annie, who still had her underwear to think of even if she'd avoided the pants issue beyond that, had not doubted Diego at all. But she had been angling for exactly this kind of proof he wouldn't rather sleep, thank you, and she showed her appreciation with a needy moan into that kiss as she arched against him.

"We're overdressed," she mumbled, biting lightly at his lower lip. And, like, still with her legs wrapped around him, so what was everyone supposed to do about being overdressed, Annie?