"I can give you a shirt, you know," Oliver said, bringing his hand down to tug up the tail of his slightly. "But it probably smells at this point, so you don't want it." He didn't look away from her. It was clear that Felicity was rattled by him and found him attractive but what he didn't see reflected in her eyes was the fact that the attraction was very much mutual.

He lightly brushed his thumb against her skin just at the curve of her waist, unwilling to let her go just yet. "We could both go shirtless. That's an option too."