It was so hard for me to not kiss her back. Everything about it felt so right. The only thing wrong was that it wasn’t meant for me—a detail so pervasive, it tainted the whole thing.

When she pulled her lips away, she was crying, too.

Holden’s jaw dropped.

Wynezra lost the color in her—my—face.

“I’m done hiding,” she said. “I’m done pretending I’m not who I am. I love you, Wynonna. And if you can’t accept that—”

“I’m not Wynonna,” I said.

“Stop saying—”

“I’m Ezra!”

That halted the conversation like an emergency brake. There was only the sound of my heart pumping blood into my head, thrumming in my ears.

“What?” said Imogen. She shot a ridiculing glance at Wynezra. “Then who’s—”

“That’s Wynonna,” I said. “We’ve been body-swapping ever since the eclipse. That’s why we’ve been acting weird. We didn’t have sex. That was a lie.”

Imogen shook her head. “If you think this is funny—”

“It’s true,” said Wynezra.

Imogen stared at Wynezra, then glanced incredulously between the two of us. Fury was wafting over her like steam. “You two have sex one time, and suddenly you’re a couple of coconspirators? You’ve got each other’s back over a joke this… this… stupid?”

“If you’re Ezra,” said Holden, looking directly—scathingly—at me, “then why did you go on a date with me?”

“Because Wynonna likes you,” I said. “And I like Imogen. And we decided to help each other get dates with the two of you to prom.”

I turned to Wynezra, who shrank under my glare.

“Now I realize we were only helping ourselves,” I said.

“This is stupid,” said Imogen. “This is so dumb. If you expect me to believe this Freaky Friday bull—”

“How do you think I knew how to kiss you?” said Wynezra. “No one could have told me how to do that.”

Imogen bit her lip.

“There’s only one way you two are going to know who we are,” I said. I marched over to Holden. “Ask me anything. Something only I would know.”

“Yeah!” Wynezra’s eyes ignited with excitement. She turned to Imogen. “There’s a shit-ton of stuff that only I would know. C’mon, hit me with anything. Something that I would never tell Ezra.”

Imogen’s face was turning red. Her face slowly crumpled—a synthesis of emotions, all of them bad.

“That’s the thing,” said Imogen. “I don’t think there’s anything you two wouldn’t tell each other.”

She looked at Holden. “Are you ready to go, Holden? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Holden nodded silently. His gaze was lodged firmly in the fabric of space, refusing to make eye contact with either of us.

“Wait, what about us?” said Wynezra.