"Just a little irresponsibility," Annie murmured, not doing a damn thing to stop all that touching. One might say she was encouraging it, even, especially since he'd already done the hard work of getting the zipper down. And once her top was bunched around her waist and her hands were free, Annie was sliding them along Diego's arms and chest with a soft, happy hum. "I think we can be quiet enough. I believe in us."

It was pretty much pure faith, based on nothing. They were fucking terrible at being quiet.