“You make walking look so easy,” I point out, gesturing at how effortlessly they’re standing, as though gravity doesn’t have the same pull on them that it does on me.

“It has to be her,” Kai states in what sounds like quiet agreement, darting a look to Ezekiel.

“I’m confused about who has to be whom,” I state, gesturing around us.

“But…she doesn’t look anything like herself. Aside from the hair,” Gage says, eyebrows still up to his hairline.

“If you’re all going to stand around having cryptic conversations, while I bask in the world that can now see me, can at least one of you get me some popcorn?” I ask.

Jude starts toward me, but Gage beats him, tugging me up from the floor so abruptly that I gasp.

My eyes widen when his are so close to me, while he holds me up and pins me to the wall at the same time, staring intently into my soul…or at least that’s how my romantic little heart feels about this smoldering look he’s giving me.

“Paca,” he whispers, kissing me before I can correct him.

Oh, shit. Are they blind? Does he think I’m her? Poor guy. That bitch really did a number on them—

Oh my fucking hell. He’s kissing me!

His lips feel like smooth silk would probably feel, as they manipulate mine with more familiarity than I expected, since I’ve never kissed a boy before.

I’m like a starved predator seeking prey when I throw my arms around his neck, dragging him down so I can properly devour him before he figures out I’m not his cheating girlfriend.

I’ll make him forget all about her.

He groans into my mouth, his grip on me tightening, as he roughly shoves me firmer against the wall, his kiss almost as desperate as mine. I drink him in like he’s champagne on a night meant for celebration.

He practically has to rip his face away when he finally decides to break the kiss I wanted to go on forever. I’m dazed, confused, and apparently easily excited, because that kiss got my motor running something fierce.

“C-can y-y-you do that again?” I ask him too hopefully, my voice breathy as I stutter the words.

“It has to be her. No one else has ever kissed me like that,” Gage says before his lips are on mine again, fulfilling my wish so easily.

My fingers slip into the soft strands of his hair, as I hungrily kiss him…and slide my leg over his hip, ready for a lot more.

“Take my virginity,” I whisper against his mouth, ready to beg my least favorite for anything.

I don’t know why he was my least favorite anymore. He’s definitely my favorite now.

He’s torn away from me, and without the support of his body, I start falling forward, only to be caught and shoved up against the wall again by Jude.

His lips seal over mine, and I quickly change my favorite to him, until Kai knocks him away, grappling me to him, seizing my lips with his in another toe-curling kiss that has my fickle heart shifting to him so easily.

Ezekiel is next, almost knocking Kai to the ground, as he yanks me up from the floor and starts running away with me, lips stealing mine in a bobbled kiss. Dizzying motions assault me, and a vortex of dark colors swirl together, before we’re suddenly in another room, something I take note of with one eye cracked open.

So that’s what a siphon feels like when you’re not a ghost girl hitching a ride before they disappear.

My stomach protests ever doing anything like that ever again, but my vagina is telling my stomach to get over its distress, because she’s not letting anything get in her way right now.

Ezekiel drops me to the bed, and he quickly yanks his shirt over his head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” comes Kai’s voice.

“He’s being my favorite. Wait your turn. There’s enough of me to go around,” I assure him, dropping back on the bed and awaiting my cherry-popping like a good shameless girl would.

“You can’t do it this way. Have you forgotten what we decided?” Jude snaps as he comes to shove Ezekiel away.

I whimper, because I’m so ready for this, and Ezekiel runs his hand through his hair like he’s frustrated but still relenting.

“No! You can’t stop now! I’ve waited so long for—”

My words end on a hissed breath, when a blindfold suddenly covers my eyes.

“You’d better be you, or the you we think you are will probably kill you otherwise,” a whispered voice I can’t discern tells me next to my ear.

A chill slithers over me.

“I-I’m not really sure who I am, but I’m not this Paca chick. She’s way different from me. I’d treat you so much better and never cheat on you with another harem,” I assure them all, even as the blindfold gets tied, sealing off my vision completely.

I can’t even peek.

“You’re still fucking beautiful, even if you don’t look like you,” someone else whispers against my other ear.

My entire body tingles, because I can feel two bare chests pressed against my arms, and two warm breaths teasing either ear.

I have to swallow the lump in my throat.

“I expected to have to give a little chase. I had no idea you guys would be so easy to nab. I have to say, it’s a little anticlimactic after all those plans of seduction I worked out,” I tell them with a trembling voice.

“Can’t make her happy no matter what we do. It’s definitely her,” Kai drawls as though he’s amused.

Her has to be this Paca chick, and I don’t want them getting me confused with her. She’s a completely different person. The only thing we have in common is short blonde hair.

And a crown.

Hey! What happened to my crown? What did I do with it?

When a hand strokes down my inner thigh, teasing the skin there, I decide the crown is something that can most certainly wait.

I’m about to have all my dreams come true on the first day I’m a real girl by the guys…who’ve yet to realize I’ve stalked their lives for the past few years…

We’ll cross that bridge later. I’m not messing this up.

“Who’s first?” I ask on a shaky, impatient breath.

Someone pulls me up, and my knees wobble, but manage to lock into place before I fall.

“Hey! I’m standing!” I shout, and then almost fall over when I get a little too excited.

Two sets of hands steady me, and I shudder a little just from that touch. It feels so good. All of it. Even the innocent touches to keep me from falling on my ass are doing a lot of wonderful things to my insides.

“Last time, we did this differently, and there was a constant power struggle. This time, we’re going to try something else,” Jude’s voice says so close to my ear, before he nips it.

Another shudder has me struggling to stand, but as all the bodies step away, leaving me on my own without anyone’s touch, I almost get pissed.

“We’re going to spin circles around you, and you pick one. Then you pick another. And another. And another,” someone says, their voice too whispered for me to discern who it belongs to.

“We’ll know who you picked, but you won’t,” another whisper comes close to my ear, but when I reach out, there’s no one there.

“Only on the fourth one, will you know who you’ve chosen,” another whisper states.

Again, only vacant air is there when I reach out.

The lump in my throat doubles, even as I try to swallow it down. It feels like fire and ice colliding inside me, every time I hear a whisper.

This is better than I imagined, because I had no idea they’d be so accepting and inviting. They turn down every girl who tries to lure them in. Women I wanted to set on fire like some jealous crazy bitch every time they attempted to sway their attentions.

My fingers graze over smooth skin that elicits a chill between me and him. I hurriedly reach out, my fingers stroking the next one. And the next.

My hand hits a fourth, firm chest, and my head swims with butterflies in a raging ocean current, as my heart runs with wild horses. At least that’s how it all feels when someone spins me, and lips land on mine, scorching me from the inside out with the intense fire that burns through my veins this time.

My back slams against a wall, and things scatter to the ground, as my ass lands atop an unidentified surface. My legs get yanked apart, and a body shoves between them, as lips hungrily continue devouring mine.

It’s almost violent, but it’s so passionate that I know it’s just out of control. It’s unbelievable how much passion can come from a man who only met me today.

I don’t question my good fortune, because I’m really worried I’m going to wake up from the best and only dream I’ve ever had, considering I don’t sleep.

I blame chronic insomnia for my inner and outer crazy girl.

The kiss is so desperate, that my soul almost tries to leap out of my body and join his, seeking something it needs to find.

He growls against my lips, and my breath seizes, my head falls back, and my fingers dig into his shoulders when he pushes inside me with no preamble and no warning.

My whole body feels coiled tight enough to break, as he groans and clings to me that much harder, rocking his hips as though he’s trying to get acquainted with my body.

My legs wind around his waist, even as he scoots my ass closer to the edge, giving him the exact angle he wants me at.