Miles was a little confused by the shirt tugging. He'd been with girls who were shy and hesitant before, but this felt a little different. He didn't know about her past during the war, and the things she'd been through, but he had a feeling that there was more going on here than shyness. Like she had some damage she was trying to recover from. So he left his shirt on.
There would be a next time.
He did pull away a little to breathe, forcing his breath just a little to make him seem slightly more winded than he was.