Riley's P.O.V

Seated on the sofa I place my palms over my knees leaning over my arms, My head lowered while my eyeballs are at the top watching the super woman pulling out the first aid box.

She was the one who caused the wound in the first place.

I look away when she turns around and walks toward me, pursing my lips to a flat line I look straight at her, she places the first aid box on the table and bends opening it, her side features radiating in my view. My eyes follow her actions when she brushes the few strands of hair behind her ear, her fingers...