Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

“You’re okay, love,” he says, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks in soothing circles, his warm gaze clashing with mine, and the sight of him like this, the way he’s treating me like something fragile that he doesn’t want to break, makes it so hard to keep my eyes open. I shut them, allowing all the teardrops that were brimming to fall freely, and my head feels heavy now, so heavy that it makes it hard to keep standing. I must stumble or something because suddenly Fitz is pulling me to him, his arms wrapping around my waist and his hand coming to bring my head to his chest. He’s holding me. “What’s wrong?” He asks into my hair, and I want to say everything. I want to tell him that everything’s wrong and that nothing feels good and that my body and heart and mind all hurt and it feels like there’s nothing that can make it go away. I want to tell him about my mother and about how I keep thinking I’m never going to be good enough and that sometimes it feels like no one in this world truly loves me. I want to tell him that I feel alone; so, so alone, and some days I wonder if anyone would even care if I was gone. I want to tell him every bad thought that plagues my head, but I can’t seem to get the words out. So instead, I just cry. I cry into his chest, my tears staining his shirt as he hugs me tighter, and I don’t even notice that he’s sat us both down on the floor until I feel him move my legs so that I’m straddling him and sitting on his lap. The position should make me ...