Return to your body

You roll away from Jordan, stretching Eliza's limbs with feigned contentment while your mind races. The phone screen still glows with Vanessa's messages—clear evidence that your lie about the health center has unraveled. You need to return Eliza to her sorority before things get worse.

"That was incredible," you murmur, brushing a kiss against Jordan's shoulder before sitting up. "But I should probably head back to the house."

Jordan props himself up on one elbow, confusion clouding his features. "Now? It's almost eleven."

"Sorority drama," you sigh, gesturing toward the phone. "Vanessa's blowing up my phone. I should deal with it before they send out a search party."

You stand, gathering Eliza's scattered clothes from the floor. Jordan watches with undisguised admiration as you dress her body, his eyes lingering on each inch of skin before it disappears beneath fabric.

"When can I see you again?" he asks, vulnerability plain in his voice. "This wasn't just... I mean, I've wanted to ask you out for ages."

Guilt tugs at you—an unexpected sensation. You're leaving Eliza to deal with whatever expectations you've created.

"Let me handle this crisis first," you say, buttoning her jeans. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Jordan smiles, relief washing over his face. "I'll walk you back to campus."

"No need," you insist quickly. "I could use the fresh air to clear my head."

You leave Jordan's apartment with Eliza's body, her phone clutched tightly in your hand as the cool night air kisses her skin. The walk across campus feels different in her form—smaller, lighter, more **** to the shadows between streetlights.

You turn down Greek Row, the sorority houses looming like pastel fortresses. Kappa Beta Theta sits at the end, windows still ablaze with light despite the hour. You duck behind a large oak tree about fifty yards from the house, hidden from view but close enough that Eliza won't have far to walk when she regains consciousness.

"One last moment," you whisper to yourself, leaning against the rough bark.

You slip your hands beneath Eliza's sweater, cupping her breasts one final time. The weight of them feels perfect in your palms, the nipples hardening at your touch despite the warmth of the night. You slide one hand down the front of her jeans, feeling the soft, bare skin where you'd removed her underwear earlier. The sensation of her intimate areas from her perspective sends a shiver of pleasure through her borrowed form.

"Goodbye for now," you murmur, closing her eyes.

You concentrate, focusing on the connection to your own body lying dormant in your dorm room. The familiar sensation of weightlessness washes over you as you begin to disengage from Eliza's nervous system. The process feels like falling backward through space, consciousness stretching between two points before snapping back to your origin.