To her credit (and Diego's) -- a past Annie might have had a minor crisis about this whole debacle, and maybe would have immediately stared considering what she could do to drop a few pounds so this didn't happen again. But here and now, all she could do was laugh as she did her part to toe her pants off the rest of the way. It was also probably safe to let go of the edge of the bed for now.

"I don't know about that," she countered when she had her breath back, pushing herself up on her elbows and stretching her freed legs appreciatively. "There's something to be said for how much easier it is to get your pants off."

And his ass still looked great, if you asked her, even if his pants weren't usually peel-off tight.