Lucy was equally reluctant to move away, but he had a point and she knew it. She seemed to have made it through the rain alright, but that wasn't any reason to tempt fate. She'd be warmer, too, as soon as she'd shed these and put on warmer clothes. After one more brief kiss, she carefully eased back a couple of steps, grasping the hem of her sweater to pull it up before she paused. In New York, she'd never needed to be modest, but if it would've been pushing things too far, she had no desire to make him uncomfortable. He'd seen and kissed her while she was in a bikini, but that hadn't been in the confines of his hut.

In the end, though, she saw no reason not to go ahead. What she was doing ought to have been obvious enough, and he could always turn away if he needed to. Slowly, carefully, she tugged the turtleneck up over her head, discarding it on the floor by her coat when it was off. She'd a tank top on underneath, but the rain that had soaked through her other clothes left it plastered to her skin, doing little that it was meant to. Grinning, for a lack of anything else to do, she bit down on her lower lip. "You have a shirt?"