Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why hearing Fitz speak to me so softly, with so much care and warmth in his voice, makes me as sad as it does. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember a time when anyone’s spoken to me that way. Maybe it’s because I don’t know anyone besides Elle who’s ever shown genuine concern for me. Maybe it’s because when he tells me he’s here for me, I actually believe him. And that terrifies me. I sniffle, and all of a sudden I can feel his body heat against my back as he drops my wrist. I feel hands come up to land on my shoulders, and at first, the touch is reluctant, unsure. So featherlight it may as well not be there. But then I feel the sharp exhale of breath on the back of my head, and the hands are firmer on my shoulders, more assured. They rub once, twice before slowly dragging down the length of my arms, gentle and comforting, and it’s so hard to breathe. They go up and down, up and down, and a new tear escapes with each brush of his fingers along my skin, and even though every part of me is screaming for me to move, to leave, to make my way to the door before Fitz can actually see me crying, for some reason, I’m frozen still. Like my brain is telling my feet to move but my feet, and the rest of my body, are too happy where they are to obey. Like his touch has paralyzed me. But even though my body is still, my mind is running a hundred miles a minute. I’m thinking of my mother and I’m thinking of how awful everything fee...