Oliver let her take the shirt from him and followed it with his eyes as she went to finish drying him. It was very charming, the way she smiled, her blush and the way she wouldn't look up to meet his gaze. Friday. They would have a date Friday. It wasn't so long to wait to kiss her again, he tried to convinced himself. He wanted to do it now; it wouldn't be so far to lean forward to capture her lips with his...
"Thank you," he murmured, once she'd dried him completely, though still moving the shirt over his skin as if water still clung to it. Oliver didn't think she was paying much attention to the water anymore. Eventually, fighting a smile, Oliver brought his own hands up to hold hers to him. "What would you like to do on this date?"