FOSE #3

Mia never should have let her mind wander.

She had always had a crush on her TA, Ethan—a rugged, bearded guy with broad shoulders, dark hair, and a confidence that made her weak in the knees. He was way out of her league. A guy like him, a guy who probably only went for cheerleaders and sorority girls, would never even look twice at a shy, nerdy girl like her.

So, when she was alone in her dorm late at night, fantasizing about him as she touched herself, she didn’t think it would actually matter.

Until everything lurched.

Her body felt like it was yanked through space, her senses spinning—then suddenly, she wasn’t in her tiny dorm anymore. She was somewhere else. Hot skin. A firm chest. A weight pressing her down. And—oh God, someone inside her.

Her eyes flew open.

She wasn’t in her body anymore. She wasn’t in her bed. She was on her back, on a mattress, in a dimly lit bedroom. And above her—was the captain of the football team.

“Fuck, Ethan, you’re so tight tonight,” the guy groaned, gripping her—no, Ethan’s—thick, hairy thighs.

Mia gasped. The deep, masculine sound of it made her freeze. Her hands shot to her chest—solid muscle. A tuft of dark hair. Between her legs, everything felt wrong—but worse, it felt good.

She was in Ethan’s body. And she was right in the middle of his secret deal for a passing grade.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, voice deep and husky.

“Oh yeah, say my name,” the football player growled.

Mia had never felt more screwed. Literally.