Do the honors?

Well, if he insisted, Felicity was certainly going to not object to that kind of offer. Reaching down to the hem, she tugged it up his chest and would have pulled it over his head except where he was eight inches taller than she was and her arms didn't go that high. Right about the place where the shirt got to his face, the same place her blouse had gotten on her, she got stuck and huffed a soft laugh.

"Sorry? Maybe you should--" She let go. "Deal with it."