Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

My focus is completely on the lady in front of us, but it’s torn away the second I feel a hand brushing mine. My eyes fall to where my hand is hanging limply at my side, and I try not to let my eyes widen too much when I see that it’s Wendy’s hand. Her pinky is grazing mine, moving back and forth against my skin, but that’s not what startles me. What startles me is that she’s looking up at me now, her eyes locked on mine, but not even that distracts me from the way the rest of her fingers join her pinky until our hands are pressed together, like she wants to… Like she wants to hold mine. Her fingers brush my palm, and it triggers a collection of goosebumps up my arm and a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Does she… Does she want to hold my hand? No, that doesn’t sound right. I mean, I know I kind of held her hand earlier when she froze up on stage, but that was because I’d initiated it and she seemed too preoccupied with other worries to think about the fact that I was touching her. I can’t imagine she’d actually be seeking my touch right now. That would make no sense. It wouldn’t. But then… why is her palm pressing to mine, and why is she looking at me like she’s asking for my permission? Like she’s unsure whether or not I’d be okay with it. Fuck it. This might end up being the most embarrassing moment of my life, but I don’t care. I intertwine my fingers with hers, and I hold my breath as I wait for her to curl her fingers around mine. One. Two. Three. She d...