Hannah mentally flailed at that, wondering when she'd given him the impression that she didn't want him to stay. "I want you to stay," she reiterated softly, not wanting him to doubt her sincerity in that.
She flushed a little deeper at what he pointed out, her hands coming up to feel along the upper hem of the shirt, trying to find any sort of tag. It seemed to be the printed on sort, and it took her longer to find because of it. While he was gone changing, she tugged the shirt off and put it back on, hopefully the right way this time, and then she reached behind her to unsnap her bra, sliding the straps off through her shirt sleeves in that way all women seem to master.