He Loved Me In Her Skin
Language: en
Three years with the man of my dreams, and just as we were starting to talk rings, my body became a prison I shared with my cousin. Now, all I can do is watch her, wearing my skin, as she embraces, kisses, and… well, does everything else with him. In the dead of night, my Adam, who should have been with my cousin—in my body—suddenly knocked and squeezed his way into the room, pulling me into a hug, ready to kiss me senseless. “Celeste…” He mumbled my cousin’s name, and a bucket of icy water was thrown over my heart. I shoved him away. Celeste Wells. That was my cousin’s name.