When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

"So why did you quit gymnastics?" "None of your business." Leah said, her voice dark. "If you won't tell me why you quit, then tell me... why won't you play hockey?" Wes's comment struck a nerve with Leah. Her face softened for just a moment as she looked at the ground. Her fake facade faltering but quickly coming back. "Tell me, Wes. Why did you move?" Leah said returning to her bitch facade. This time Wes's face faltered. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Please read the welcome chapter at the very beginning!! It gives any info that would Normally be in the description!! Best ratings: #1 in gymnasium #1 in gym #1 in gymnast #2 in theboynextdoor #2 in hockey player #2 in competition #1 in defense #3 in sports