Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

“I’m slamming your head onto the piano keys. Multiple times. Until that pretty boy face of yours is all smashed in.” My heart flips in my chest. Did she just call me a pretty boy? As in, she thinks my face is pretty? Does Wendy Marin think I’m pretty?

Suddenly, the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift starts playing in my head as I watch him, and I curse inwardly. 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?

His lithe fingers start gently pressing the keys, playing notes that I don’t recognize at first. It’s not for another few seconds that it finally sinks in what he’s playing. It’s the song Lover. By Taylor Swift. The one I told him was my favorite that day when we played Twenty Questions.