Bailey POV
I pull the last bunch of my cookies from the oven and proceed to put the finishing touches on a batch of raspberry Danish pastries when I hear the bell above the door chime.
My heart does that annoying little flip it's been doing lately whenever I think about him.
I look up to find Orion standing in the doorway of what will soon be my bakery.
He is dressed casually and holding two coffee cups from what looks like the café down the street.
"You came," I say, unable to keep the smile from my face.
It's been three days since the skating lesson. Three days since he told me this was becoming real for him. Three days of me overthinking every text, every word, every moment between us. It's driving me crazy.
When I texted him last night asking if he wanted to come by and help me
