Chapter Six
Reese
It’s been a week since Evan and I switched bodies.
In this time, we’ve stopped snapping at each other as much as we usually do.
I have a new respect for him. His jobs really fucking suck, but without them, he and his sisters would be homeless.
Apparently he’s in school on an academic scholarship.
I never would have pegged him as a smart guy, but he’s had to do his own homework, because I can’t even begin to understand all the math.
His sisters and best friend, Bianca, have been the absolute highlight of this week.
We ended up telling them what was going on.
Evan couldn’t stand not being around his sisters, and it took Bianca all of one hour to notice something was off with me.
I’m sure he needed them a little extra after putting up with my father.
The break from him has been so nice, but I feel guilty.
I’ve noticed the stiffness in Evan’s movements.
He doesn’t know all the little things that set William off like I do.
I tried to tell him all of them, but it’s a pretty exhaustive list, with new things added daily.
If you had asked me last month, would I ever find myself crushing on Evan Matthews, I would have called you crazy.
The more I learn about him, though, the more attractive he becomes.
I feel like a perv every time I shower. I’ve found myself taking the time to admire his body in the mirror, more and more.
He’s thinner than me, more of a swimmer’s build versus my bulky football build, but still defined.
His dark hair and pale skin make his icy blue eyes stand out.
It’s taken all of my willpower not to watch myself jerk off and imagine it’s him.
He plops down beside me on the bleachers, and I discreetly try and adjust myself. Apparently I’m not that discreet though, because he smirks, leans in, and whispers in my ear, “Need some help with that?” I groan, head dropping back.
“Must you? We’re in public, for Christ’s sake,” I grumble.
“We don’t have to be. We’re both done for the day, and you don’t have to work.”
My gaze snaps to his face. Is he serious right now? “Wait… for real?”
“Why not, when will I ever get the chance to fuck myself again?”
“You’re an actual freak.”
“Don’t I know it. But fine. If you won’t fuck me, maybe I’ll go see if Kenzie is free. Never fucked a girl before.”
He wouldn’t dare. But as he takes off towards the locker room, likely to shower off the sweat from practice, I begin to doubt.
I jump up and race after him. When I catch up to him, he’s standing in front of the sink, his practice jersey nowhere in sight.
I stalk towards him and grab his arm, forcing him to face me.
“Leave Kenzie out of this.”
He grabs onto my face as he growls out, “And if I don’t?”
“I guess we’ll finally have to see which of our bodies would win in a fight.”
He gives me another infuriating smirk, before pushing me towards the mirror and crowding in behind me.
The sight of us in the mirror is almost more than I can stand.
We look damn good together. Opposites that perfectly compliment each other.
He wraps his arms around me, and I can easily see how it would be between us. I can’t dwell on those thoughts though.