“I need to tell you something. Okay?” I nod, sniffling. “You are not what some pretentious asshole sees.” Noah crosses the room, sitting down on a rumpled bed. “He doesn’t know you and one day, you probably won’t even remember him. He doesn’t deserve to know you. Because you …” He pauses, his cheeks pink. “Daisy, you are beautiful. And knowing that—that I get to be with you again next week—just makes me so happy.”
