Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

I see the emotion that settles onto her face, and it hits me straight in the gut. Her eyes turn shiny and her smile teary, and it kills me that that single phrase is enough to do that. I’ll tell her I’m proud of her every damn day if she wants me to. I’ll tell her I’m proud of her every time she gets a fucking jar open. She sniffles. “That’s worth everything to me, Fitz.” Fucking hell, I can’t do this anymore. I walk over to her, and once I’m close enough to pull her to me, I wrap my arms around her waist and push her up against me, holding her to my chest. She gasps, a little stunned at first, but then relaxes against me. Her arms come up to wrap around me, and she nuzzles her face into my shirt. God, I love holding her like this. I love feeling her soft body against me, calm and relaxed, and knowing she feels safe enough with me to let me do this. I love putting my nose in her hair and getting to smell her shampoo, no matter how fucking weird that sounds. She fits against me perfectly, and every day I’m given more confirmation that she was made for me. Actually, no. She wasn’t made for me. I was made for her. I was made to give her everything she’s always wanted. To be there for her and cherish her and reassure her. To hold her when she’s sad and kiss her when she’s happy. To make her smile and hear her laugh and memorize every part of her body and learn every part of her heart. To love her. And, God, do I love her. I love her like nothing else. Because without he...