Your Scars Are Beautiful

"Take off your clothes."

The words reverberated in Phoebe's ears. Her eyes bulged out their sockets and she forgot how to breathe.

Gone was her sleepiness and she looked up to him with her cheeks burning. "T-take of my clothes?" She repeated like a complete idiot even though she knew exactly what he meant.

Phoebe admitted she had so unabashedly thrown herself at him back in the dark confines of the car. Nevertheless, she couldn't bring herself to strip naked under his watch now with the bathroom light illuminating her naked flesh.

Not that she was embarrassed to be seen without clothes, but she was afraid he would see the ugly scar carved below her navel.

"You don't have to strip if you don't want to." He assured her, "However it's difficult to shower with full clothes on." 

A moment of silence lapsed between them before he eyed her feet with concern. "Also, don't forget to remove your heels before you trip on them."