Harold blushed once more when she mentioned finding scars sexy.  He found himself doing that a lot around her, unable to keep his face from turning red.  When she reached back and unclasped her bra, he pulled it away, tossing it onto the pile of their clothes.  His breath hitched at the sight of her bare breasts, and he let it out in a soft sigh. "Beautiful.."<br/><br/>His eyes moved to hers when she admitted her lack of experience, and he leaned in to kiss her reassuringly.  "It's alright.  I'm in the same boat; I've only been with one other person myself.  And you're not the only one who's nervous."  His hands slid back to her her breasts, now bare, and he felt a shiver run along his spine as he cupped them, caressed them gently.