Heather's previous thoughts were interrupted upon sight of Sam's body once his shirt was gone. Her expression was one of surprise, but not one of horror. Scars weren't foreign to her, after all, as she had lines and lines of them going up each of her arms, and even some on her inner thighs where they would be invisible to people on an everyday basis. She simply hadn't been expecting to see them.
Words had been on the tip of her tongue when he kissed her again, though she hadn't even been sure of what they were going to be. She just felt like saying something, something sympathetic or encouraging, but then she remembered such sentiments would most likely fall on deaf ears, so it didn't matter anyway.
Returning his kiss with the same eagerness as before, she couldn't help but run her hands down his bare chest, fingernails scraping gentle lines along his skin. She could feel the scarring beneath her palms, and it was almost as if she were trying to soothe them away with just her touch.