Noah’s POV
I head back down the hallway, stopping outside of Daisy’s room and pressing my ear to the door, listening for any sound before slipping inside the bathroom, and closing the door.
Stripping off the towel, I place it on the worktop along with the sweatpants, before peeling off my boxers and drying myself as best I can.
Pulling on the pants, a smile tugging at my lips as I look down, they barely graze my ankles. Fred was one hell of a man, but damn was he short. Shaking my head, I remind myself that beggars can’t be choosers, sending up a small apology and thank you to Daisy’s father, I tug on the t-shirt, before I start to clean up the bathroom.
I mop the floor with my towel, soaking up the water before I gather our clothes into my arms and carry them out with me.
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