Bailey POV
The moment Orion walks through the door of my bakery, I can see something is off about him.
His smile is there, still warm and genuine when he sees me.
But there is a tightness around his eyes that wasn't there this morning when we left the apartment.
"Hey," I say, coming around the counter to greet him.
“ Is everything okay?" I can't help but ask. Did something happen during his practice?
"Now it is," he replies, pulling me into his arms and kissing me softly.
I melt into him for a moment, letting the familiar warmth and safety of his embrace wash over me.
However, when we pull apart, I can still see that tension.
"Was today's practice rough?" I ask, seriously concerned now. He looks troubled by something. Apart from hockey, what else can trouble my man this much?
