Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

But he does none of those things. Instead, he watches me intently, his brows furrowed like he’s genuinely interested in what I have to say, and he asks, “What’s your favorite romance book?” I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face. “You sure you want to know?” He nods. “Okay, then.” I start to tell him all about it, giving him the general synopsis of the story and some background information on the characters before I pause for a moment, taking in Fitz’s face, and something in my heart twists when I see him watching me so intently and hanging onto every word I say like it’s the most important thing he’ll ever hear. He doesn’t tell me it’s stupid or boring or that he doesn’t care—he just sits and listens, giving me his undivided attention, and it hits me that I don’t think I’ve ever had someone listen to me the way Fitz does. “Well, what happens next?” Fitz asks, and I tell him. I tell him the whole story, and he listens and reacts and responds, and then we keep playing, asking each other stupid questions and talking about the most meaningless things and laughing at the dumbest stuff. He tells me about how he’s never broken a bone before and how he loves old video games and that he’s been collecting all the old consoles and games he’s been able to get his hands on ever since he was twelve, and I tell him how I want to be a teacher because I love kids and the story of how I accidentally snorted chocolate milk out of my nose one time in front of my whole sec...

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