It takes her a second... really takes her a second to realize that she's staring and that even from her place curled up in bed, she's gaping at him.

Oh Hell.... she isn't sure if she should be terrified or want him or...

There are a few more heartbeats before she comes to her senses and snaps the sheets up over her head, hoping to hide her now burning face. A few shuffling sounds of the comforter being pressed to her face later and the realization slams into her: even with the muscles of his back and backside distracting her, there's no mistaking the scars running the length of his back.

...She peeks again, just to be sure, heart sinking slowly...