Trent POV
"You are cleaned up. All you have to do is change your outfit. Your shirt and pants had gotten damp." She announces shyly.
"Okay... thank you." I appreciated.
I'm glad to have her around. I didn't know she would come here looking for me, but here she is.
It's a nice feeling to have someone care for me this way. I've been in frustration ever since I stepped foot out of her home the other night.
As I attempted to take off my shirt, she quickly set the bandage container beside the countertop basin and grabbed the hem of the shirt to help.
"You can't do it, or you will ruin the dressing and mostly your flesh." She complains.
She is standing between my legs as I sit on the edge of the bathtub. She lifts up the shirt from my torso and pulls it over my head.
Our eyes locked,
