Annie was going to have trouble keeping her hands off him once she got them back, really. (How sad for everyone!)

She wrapped her leg a little tighter around Diego's waist as she arched up to kiss him, loving the feeling of those nails on her thigh, and how he felt against her, and how he felt inside her, and like. She might just melt into the bed, honestly. She was kind of overwhelmed by it all, and by how much she wanted -- no, needed -- Diego right now.