Diana's P. O. V.
West stood up from his chair and walked towards me, I took a step back unsure of what he wanted from me. He took another step, and I was against the wall, with a hurting knee.
He crouched down and picked up the first aid kit.
"Sit down and tell me more." His masculine voice resounded all over the walls of the house. I complied and took a seat, knowing I was in his territory.
He picked up the cotton wool to dress the wound, "this will sting." He said, "I know that." I sharply cut in.
"Hold on if it does." He said with a straight face, hold on, to what? He started dressing my injury, it stung but I didn't show it, I bit my lip enduring the pain.
"No tears. Impressive. Now tell me what you want." He said putting the kit away after properly placing a band-aid on my knee.
"You didn't tell me you were a boy's scout." I teased, "some things are best kept a secret." He said in a cryptic tone.