And look at how she was managing it without having to get up or break apart at all, really! (The pants would be a different story, but they always were.) She tossed her offensive bra off...somewhere -- the room was already a wreck, who cared -- and reached up to mirror Diego's touch and run her own fingertips along his chest, too, though she was also very interested in running her hands along his arms.

Everyone was allowed to have shallow favorites, even when they loved the whole package completely. And Annie was fond of his arms. (And, now, his hair.)