After Our Bodies Swapped, I Finally Saw His True Self

When I woke up, I was staring at a ceiling that wasn't mine.

I was in Whitney’s bedroom, surrounded by her clutter. Panic seized me. I lunged for her phone, desperate to call my own number, but the moment the screen lit up, my fingers froze.

Her pinned chats used to consist of only her parents and me. Now, there was a third name sitting right at the top of her inbox.

My boyfriend of three years, Christian.

There were two unread notifications. One was from my own brother, Nathan, sent an hour ago:

Go ahead and have fun with Christian today. I'll make sure Aurora stays out of your way.