Nothing to Everything (Roommate for Roommate Book 1)

by Maia Aaron

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“I just want to know you, Wendy,” he whispers, so softly I could have easily missed it. A beat

But, god, do I fucking love it.

“I like it when you beg for me, Fitz.” Holy fucking shit. I’d beg for you any day of the fucking week, Wendy Marin.

“I notice everything about you.” Oh, God. A month ago that

“God, Wendy, I’ve wanted to touch you every second of every goddamn day since I met you. I’ve wanted to hold your hand and hold you and kiss you. God, I’ve wanted to kiss you. And I’ve wanted to touch you in ways you can’t even…begin to imagine.”

This smile is for me. She made it for me and gave it to me and I’ve wanted so long for her to look at me like this that I’m almost scared this is just another dream.

“You look…” I start, and I realize there’s not a single word that exists in the English language I could use to describe just how fucking perfect she is. “You look incredible, love.”

“I’m buying myself a copy to read. I want to know about everything that makes you happy.”

“Feel how hard it’s beating? That’s all because of you. It’s always because of you.”

I’m pathetic for you,

him. “But then I met you.” He places a soft peck on my lips. “And I could see everything with you, Wendy.”

“Have me,” he breathes against my mouth. “Fucking have me, Wendy.

Whenever and however you want. Please.”