Bailey POV
As I park Talia's car which she lend me today, my mind can't stop wandering back to the conversation I had with Orion later.
When I expressed my fears, he understood. He agreed to be patient with me.
He didn't push for more, didn't try to kiss me despite the charged moment between us. He assured me that I could take all the time I wanted and helped me pack up the pastries.
Did I forget, he also stole one more cookie with that playful grin that melted my heart.
By the time I step inside our shared apartment, it's past ten.
I place my bag and the container of pastries I brought home for Talia and the dining table.
"Bailey!" Talia calls from the kitchen. "Perfect timing. I just finished making dinner."
I find her plating what looks like chicken stir-fry. My mouth waters at
