The apocalypse could probably happen around them right now and Annie would find it hard to care. She was singularly focused on Diego, and how he was reacting to her, and how he was making her feel, and how this was still comfortingly so familiar in the midst of unrelenting unfamiliarity.

"I love you," she whispered, locking eyes with Diego. Her expression was pretty similar -- Diego was the only thing that mattered right now, and while it wasn't like she felt like her feelings could get stronger for him, she was so awash with love and sensation right now that she was almost beside herself.

Almost. Not quite. And there was the gentle uptick in rhythm they both needed.