Claire was pretty covered in scars. She never hated them all that much. It's not like she looked in the mirror and they were the only thing she saw. They were just... There. And unable to leave.

And she's never felt insecure about them until she started dating you. Not that you gave off an impression that you'd be upset over them. She just very suddenly wanted to look nice, and she wanted to look nice for you. And her scars did not help.

You two were currently on your couch, making out. She knew where this was going when she felt a hand under the back of her shirt. And she did not mind. Well she didn't mind until her shirt was coming up.

Out of pure panic and instinct, she kneed you into your lower stomach. She watched you groan for a moment before she freaked out, sitting up.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, oh my god!" She backed up a bit.