Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

How did we get here? Slowly, I walk back downstairs, and the sound of a beautiful melody reaches my ears. Fitz is still at the piano, currently playing something I’m not familiar with. I stare at him, and he’s completely oblivious to the fact that I’ve returned because his eyes are closed as he continues to play, making his long lashes brush the top curve of his cheeks. With his gaze off of me, I have free reign to stare at him, and I notice small things about him that I’m not sure I’ve ever noticed before. I notice the beauty mark dotted above his upper lip and the other one on his cheek under his eye. I notice the way his ears are a little pointed at the top and how his bottom lip juts out slightly in a pout as he concentrates on what he’s playing. I notice the way his brows furrow and the way his lean body sways with the music. God, he’s so beautiful, it hurts. And I hate him for it. Suddenly, the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift starts playing in my head as I watch him, and that’s when I know I need to get the fuck out of here. It’s one thing to let myself think I might not hate him and that he’s not terrible-looking, but the fact that I’ve started to correlate Taylor Swift songs to him? Yeah, that’s how I know it’s bad. Really fucking bad.