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He gives me a droll look. “It would have been a sin to wear granny panties underneath that sexy-as-fuck dress.”

I cross my arms. “I was being considerate.”

He bops my nose. “And I appreciated it very much. Now, how about that food you were going to make us?” He saunters toward the kitchen, unbothered to be parading almost naked in my house.

I follow him. “I’m not giving you any food until you put some clothes on.”

“I thought you didn’t care. It’s your body, after all.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking.

“You’re such an ass, Keanu.”

“What happened to calling me Key?”

“You lost that privilege two seconds ago.”

“Boy, you are mercurial. No wonder you got into acting.” He opens the fridge and starts to move things around.

I grab his arm and pull him away from it. “You’re making a mess, as usual.”

But because I forgot I’m stronger in Keanu’s body, and the fact that his balance in mine is severely impaired thanks to his drunken state, he staggers back and falls into me. On instinct, I wrap my arms around him, touching my boobs in the process.

“Whoa. If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask.” He laughs.

My face burns, but not because of his comment. There’s definitely a stir in my pants. Keanu’s fucking dick is getting excited.

“You’re sick in the head. Why would I want to touch my own breasts?” I release him and hide my embarrassment inside the fridge.

But the pest is determined to push my buttons. He steps behind me and squeezes his own butt cheeks. “Man, I never knew my ass looked so good in these pants.”

I jerk upright and hit the back of my head on the fridge’s doorframe. “Ouch.”

“Shit. Are you okay?” Keanu sounds genuinely concerned, so I can’t really stay mad with him.

Rubbing the sore spot, I say, “I’m fine.”

When I turn, I find him looking at me in a peculiar way. My skin breaks out in goose bumps, and the strange tingles I’ve been feeling on and off whenever there’s a spark between us returns. Keanu steps closer and touches my face. My entire body reacts to the gesture, and there’s sudden humming above my skin now. I close my eyes, and it’s almost like I’m back in my own body.

Then he kisses me, but it’s not the soft touch of a woman’s lips that I feel against mine. I’m being kissed by someone who hasn’t shaved. My eyes fly open and I step back, not daring to believe we’ve swapped back into our bodies. Keanu is staring at me with wide eyes, but I’m still in his body.

“What just happened?” I ask.

“I… I think we were back in our bodies for a moment.”

“When you kissed me.”

What if the key to return to our bodies is to fuck each other’s brains out?

He seems to come to the same conclusion as me because he invades my space again, captures my face between his hands, and slants his lips over mine. It’s a slow kiss at first, but it quickly becomes hungrier, burning everything in its path like wildfire. I’m in my body again, but I’m afraid that if I open my eyes, it will snap me back into Keanu’s. I keep them shut as I reach for his shirt, curling my fingers around the fabric to bring him closer.

Keanu doesn’t have the same fear as me. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, breathing hard. I wait for the worst to happen, but when I remain in my body, the fear evaporates, and only desire remains.

No, that’s not true. There’s more than pure lust happening between us.

He crushes his mouth against mine again while his hand moves to the back of my head to make a fist in my hair, keeping me trapped and at the mercy of his expert tongue. Secretly, I always wondered what the girls in high school ever saw in Keanu. Why were most of them so infatuated with him? But if he kissed any of them like he’s kissing me now, I have the answer. My body is melting at an alarming rate, like a popsicle under the sun.

With a grunt that’s all male and hot as fuck, he places his hands on my waist and hoists me up onto the counter. The marble is cold against the backs of my thighs, but not even that is enough to douse the flames that are licking my body. Needing to be closer to him, I open my legs and pull him to me. He nudges them even wider at the knees, then glides his hands over my thighs, going up and near to where I so desperately need him to touch me.

“Keanu…”