"Diego." She didn't have anything else to follow that up with, just his name drifting out of her like a little plea -- though Annie was starting to be pretty aware that her words were, like, the one thing she still could use throughout this. But that light touch had just erased everything else in her head, and she was both arcing her neck up a bit so she could watch him and also very tempted to just shut her eyes because hot.

Okay, that was a note she could remember for his turn: maybe a blindfold.