Annie was doing her very best not to just collapse into Diego -- she didn't weigh much, no, but he still probably didn't need a hundred-odd pounds pressing down on his stomach right now. But she was trembling and a little sweaty with exertion and, frankly, how hard she just came.

She slowly dropped her hand from Diego's hair in favor of draping both arms around his shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Just because they'd finished didn't mean she was going to stop clinging.

She'd remember to check his wound in a second.