Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

“Of course. They’re over here, dummy.” His eyes follow my hand as I point to the glass vase on my nightstand that’s holding his flowers, and they widen when they catch sight of them. I can’t blame him for looking shocked when he sees them, because frankly, I’d be pretty shocked too if I saw that the flowers I’d given to someone only a week ago were practically devoid of all color and looked sickly—well, basically dead. “Yup,” I say, popping the P at the end. “Did I mention I’m terrible at keeping flowers alive?” Fitz laughs, making me smile. I love making him laugh. “Why haven’t you thrown them out yet then?” “You gave them to me,” I shrug. “It didn’t feel right to throw them out.” His eyes and smile soften at my response. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you new ones every time the ones you already have die. That way, you’ll never have to have dead flowers on your nightstand.”