"I suppose so." Trent said gruffly turning so that he came around to Deshavi's back.
Her back wasn't the problem, it was the front. He just hadn't wanted to get that personal with her chest, not in the here and now anyway.
Her back took a while. Before he could move around to work on her chest she turned to him. He kept his eyes down and worked, as gently as he could to remove the stitching, even as the unwanted turbulent desires coursed around inside of him.
He was somewhat absorbed in his task, when she spoke authoritatively. "You really don't care how many men have had me or touched what you're touching do you?"
Trent's fingers stilled at their task and all buried thoughts of passion dissipated and for the first time in a long time he let his eyes raise to hers and let her see the anger he felt at her statement.
"Like hell I don't! I'd like to personally escort every piece of living crud that had a hand in what was done to you to hell itself and stay there to watch their torment for a while!"
"You say that, but you still desire me as if nothing happened! What makes you any different than them? " She shot back at him vehemently.
Trent's jaw muscles clenched hard in order to hold back harsh words. He didn't want a shouting match. God all he wanted to do was help her, but she was attacking him with unjustified claims, which exceeded greatly in arousing his temper, because there was anything but the truth in what she said!
An idea popped into his mind and he decided to take a page out of Caleb's book and run with it. "When I was in high school I was on the football squad. I was something of a celebrity that everyone wanted to be around and be with. The life of the party if you will."
Trent pointed at Deshavi meaningfully, as in reference to a double parallel between them.
"I broke my leg badly and the party all went away, as did my dreams of being a football star."
Again he pointed at her suggestively. "But you know what happened? It took a while, but my leg healed and once again I was the same as before physically, but I decided to take a different path in life. A destructive one. One that I nearly didn't get out of before it destroyed me. I would have died in my fallen lifestyle, if it hadn't been for my mother banging on heaven's door in prayer on behalf of me!"