She huffed a laugh. “I guess that means I succeeded in my goal.” She looked up at him, a smile curling her mouth. “Maybe I should take my shirt off so you can practise more?”
“You…I…yes, please?” he stammered out and ducked his head shyly, cheeks staining crimson as he peered at her through his curly fringe. “I could take mine off too?”
She flicked her tongue out over her lips, pretending to consider, then slowly slipped her hands up under his shirt again. Inch by inch, she pushed it up his torso, watching his face the entire time.