She breathed it as she exhaled, well aware that the heat she was feeling now was all Oliver. His skin against hers and that chest, which now took up all of her vision unless she had the good sense to tilt her head back to look up at him, which she didn't do right away. First, she ran her fingertips over the muscles in front of her, the scars there, aware that he'd gone through so much, then looked up at him.
Saying the first thing that came into her head, Felicity murmured, "We're either too dressed or not dressed enough for whatever comes next, Oliver."
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She breathed it as she exhaled, well aware that the heat she was feeling now was all Oliver. His skin against hers and that chest, which now took up all of her vision unless she had the good sense to tilt her head back to look up at him, which she didn't do right away. First, she ran her fingertips over the muscles in front of her, the scars there, aware that he'd gone through so much, then looked up at him.
Saying the first thing that came into her head, Felicity murmured, "We're either too dressed or not dressed enough for whatever comes next, Oliver."