See, Alana would have sworn that she was the victorious one. She wriggled the rest of the way out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of red cotton briefs. (Not the sexiest thing she owned, but oh well.)

"I like that," she told Dante, nuzzling into the top of his head. "I like that a lot."

And clearly the proper way to prove it was to try to work her hands inside his pants, right?