Daisy’s POV
When I wake up, it’s still dark, the image of my nightmare, my car, out of control on the road before I plunge over the edge of the bank gripping me as I grab my covers tighter to my chest.
‘Daisy?’ The groggy male voice has a scream clawing at my throat before the bedside light on my vanity switches on to reveal Noah, his hair sticking up at odd angles, eyes heavy with sleep.
‘You OK sunshine?’ he asks roughly, rubbing his hand through his hair as he yawns.
I nod automatically, ‘yeah, just a bad dream’ I mumble.
Noah nods, ‘you had a pretty bad scare last night’ he agrees, ‘you were lucky that you were not seriously injured.’
I shiver at the memories, still raw in my mind, my face heating a little as I remember asking Noah to stay with me in the bathroom, leaning against
