For someone who was so used to feeling what Sam was feeling, Anne thought she was doing okay with NOT knowing exactly.
Nestled in his lap, she had one hand on his cheek and her other arm wrapped around his neck. It was easier for her to hold him where she wanted him for the best kissing angle. And boy did she.
Anne didn't want to move for ages. And if Sam wanted to feel his way through their reunion, that was going to be fine with her. As it was, she was pressed so tightly against him, she could feel every inch of him anyway. Her own breathing was sporadic, now that it was necessary, but it wasn't enough to stop her kisses.