Caleb shut the apartment door behind him, letting out a deep breath as he tossed Nathan’s car keys onto the counter. The dinner had gone fine—just a bunch of forced smiles, passive-aggressive comments, and overpriced food. Now, he was finally alone, free to actually feel out this body without playing a role.
He glanced around—Logan wasn’t home. Not surprising, since he had his own swap for the next two weeks. That left Caleb with the place to himself.
His muscles ached from sitting stiffly through dinner, so he made his way to his bedroom, already reaching for the hem of his shirt. He flicked on the light, and as soon as he caught his reflection in the mirror, he had to pause. Damn. He’d seen Nathan’s body in photos before swapping, but seeing it move with his thoughts, his control—it was different.
He smirked, rolling his shoulders, feeling how thick and heavy they were. His arms bulged with definition, and his pecs pushed slightly against the fabric of his shirt. His thighs filled out his boxers pants in a way that felt dense, more powerful than he was used to.
Shaking his head, he stripped completely, running a hand down his solid chest. His skin was smooth, tanned, the muscles underneath firm. He turned slightly, watching how his broad back flexed in the mirror, then snorted. No wonder this guy is so cocky.
Wrapping a towel around himself, he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. The warmth of the bathroom was already making him sweat, so he dropped the towel and got right in the shower. The cooling sensation of the water hit, and immediately, a deep sigh escaped him. The heat soaked into his muscles, easing the tension from the night. He ran his hands over his arms, feeling out the sheer size of them, then down his stomach, where his abs weren’t quite cut but still solid.
Caleb let his head fall back, letting the water wash over him. If he was stuck in Nathan’s body until the morning, he might as well make the most of it.
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