DAISY’S POV 

 Noah was standing in the middle of the room, pulling on his dark shirt, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He didn’t look one bit guilty for walking in while I was half-naked.

He glanced at me and said casually, “Do I have to answer that question every time I come into my own room?”

I wanted to scream.

This was his room. Right.

I forgot.

But still—

“Can’t you knock first?” I snapped.

He tilted his head with that annoying smirk. “Next time, I’ll consider it.”

I turned away, still clutching my towel. My heart was racing. Not just from the embarrassment, but...