The last sex Annie had wasn't good sex. It wasn't awful, but it was one last attempt to bring some light into Palo's eyes, and it had failed.

Werewolves have ravenous libidos, but until Jesse, she hadn't longed for someone in a very, very long time. When her head starts to clear, she has her face tucked against his neck, and she breathes a laugh of relief.

"Oh, now I remember: I do love sex." A pause, an amendment: "Really good sex."