Daisy’s POV
I sit in the bathtub, arms wrapped around my legs, and stare at the wall in front of me. I feel Noah climb in behind me, hear the rustle of his clothes as he lowers himself into the tub and scoots forward.
I should be embarrassed for asking him to stay, about the fact I’m sitting in my underwear in front of my best friend’s little brother, but I don’t. Part of me knows that I’ve gone into shock, the adrenaline of the crash, having worn off to be replaced by a numbness spiked with irrational fear.
I feel Noah reach around me, grabbing the loofah and shower gel before he starts to wash my back. He’s gentle but methodical, cupping the water and splashing it over my shivering skin, trying to get me warm again.
I stay still, letting the handyman do what he wants, unable to force
