When he touches her, even just a hand brushing against her through her jeans, all her nervous, fluttering anxiety comes rushing back. It's the good kind of anxiety, like being at the top of the first drop of a roller coaster and looking down, but it's still a kind of anxiety.
Lee is frozen in place while Michael undresses her and is staring at the ceiling. A wave of revulsion crawls down her arms and spine, manifesting physically as a shiver. She doesn't want to look at herself. She knows what's there and she hates it.
She puts her hand on his shoulder near his neck. She has to do some maneuvering and wiggling to get her clothes all the way off so she can move her legs, and she tries not to touch or look at herself too much in the process.
It feels like this took forever but in reality has probably only been a few minutes. She's not looking at him, her head is turned to the wall, her face tightly drawn. He can see everything. She looks scared.