Daisy’s POV
Noah throws his holdall into the back of his truck before helping me up into the passenger seat and closing the door. I settle back into my chair, looking up at the building we have just left. I’m surprised, not by his roommates, that’s pretty much what I expect a group of early twenties to live like, but by the man sitting next to me.
The guy is clean, he likes order, even his mini fridge was organised, everything perfectly placed. I idly wonder if his childhood bedroom was the same. I always assumed it was similar to the bedrooms of the boys I dated during my own teen years. Images of the mountain of dirty clothes piled up in the corner of a room, covered by a coat, fill my head. The half drank cans of soda dotted around the room on any available surface mingled in with a f
