“He’s a blond. What do you expect?”
My eyes are closed, and I hear voices around me. My back is throbbing in pain, and I can still feel a little of the fever that had engulfed me a few moments ago, although it’s not as nearly as bad as it had been. But my mind floats back to the voices I just heard. Where am I? I open my eyes groggily, the light flooding in. I look at the two men standing by the bed I lay on, and my mouth drops open.
I recognize Brian first. Brian, with his kind blue eyes, quiet grace, and amazing cheekbones. So amazing I used to call him Cheekbones Littrell. So what? I was jealous of them. I turn my head....God have mercy, He granted me my wish!
Alex was there.
Dressed in a wifebeater and baggy jeans, he oozes sexuality. At least that hadn’t changed. I pray I’m not openly drooling. His hair is actually one natural color. I hope I don’t die again, this time from shock. He is so beautiful, I long for him to wrap his arms around me, hold me, and whisper, “I love you, Gwen.”
“Nick, man. You’ve gotta watch them floors.”
I do a ful-on double take. Did Brian just call me Nick?
“Yeah, man. They’re dangerous. Remember last time I fell? I busted my ass. I had a turtle-shaped bruise for a month on my ass.”
I stare at Alex in complete shock. Why is he talking to me like he talks to Nick? Why are they treating me like Nick? I raise a hand to run my fingers through my hair, but I stop immediately as what I notice.
I have Nick’s huge hands.
“Nick, are you okay?”
I look up at Alex, who is concerned. When he’s concerned, his eyes become very wide, and his mouth hangs open a little, like he’s going to catch a fly. God, I remember what that mouth can do. It should be registered as a lethal weapon.
“I’m fine. My back just hurts like a bitch and I feel like I have a fever.”
“Will you be okay?”
I cannot meet Alex’s gaze. I’m afraid I will reveal so much if I look in his eyes. “I just need to rest for a while. Thanks for the concern, though.”
I risk a glance at him. He stares intently, wondering what was going on with me. I myself didn’t know. “Do you mind if I swing by later and we talk?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t mind.”
Brian and Alex leave the room, and I stand up, running into the bathroom, wondering what the hell was going on. I look in the mirror, and I almost scream.
I don’t see my hazel eyes, but Nick’s blue ones. I don’t see my red and black hair, but Nick’s blond angel hair. And I have to strain to see myself fully in the mirror, I’m so tall.
What the hell am I doing in Nick’s body?
In an attempt to calm myself, I take deep breaths. It’s not working! I’m quickly panicking. Where’s Nick? Where did he go? Why am I in his body? What the hell is going on?
Why was I here, in the same place as Alex? Had I been given the second chance I dreamed about for God knows how long? Why was I given a second chance?
More importantly, where did Nick go?
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