She shivered as he drew his fingers across her shoulder, and nodded, letting her hands fall away from her sleeves.

They fit close against her arms, and it took some maneuvering for him to work them over her hands. Some contact was, of course, inevitable. She tried to hide her smile at the way his cheeks burned green when his fingers brushed against hers.

"Thank you," she murmured, as the sleeves finally came free and the dress crumpled, pooling around her hips. Her bra hung loose on her shoulders, scratching irritably against her skin, and she reached up automatically to pull it away and drop it to the side.