Daisy’s POV
Noah and I spend the next two nights in some sort of weird, alternate universe where we are some sort of distant colleagues meeting at a formal function. The ex handyman, no longer cracks jokes like he normally does, instead, every interaction between us is stoic, reserved, we’re friendly, polite but more like co-workers than close friends.
By the end of the third night, I’m done, I can’t stay in this thick cloak of discomfort that has fallen between us, so when I wake up, I drag myself into the shower before dressing and heading downstairs where I find Noah, a coffee in his hand, my cat perched on his lap, purring contentedly.
He glances up, his brow furrowing as he takes in my jeans and shirt.
‘You are dressed’ he comments, still frowning at me.
I nod, moving toward the
