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  • Miami Heat

    Chapter by Selimf18 · 10 Aug 2025
  • Short story about a man who moves to Miami and has his life body stolen by a maintenance man when they accidentally swap bodies after a head collision.
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  • The humid Miami air clung to my skin as I adjusted to my new life in the city. My one-bedroom apartment was small but cozy, with a view of palm trees swaying outside my window. At 25, I was young, single, and—according to my friends—lucky enough to turn heads. But none of that mattered when I locked eyes with her at a café near Little Havana.

    May.

    Her name tasted like honey on my tongue. A stunning Cuban woman with curves that defied gravity, dark eyes that smoldered, and a smile that could melt steel. The moment I saw her, I knew I had to ask her out. And when she said yes, my heart nearly exploded.

    There was just one problem: my Spanish was nonexistent.

    The night before our date, I was pacing my apartment, rehearsing the few phrases I’d Googled—“Hola, guapa. ¿Quieres bailar?”—when the ceiling fan sputtered and died.

    Great.

    I called maintenance, and within an hour, a gruff, heavyset Mexican man named Ernesto showed up at my door. He smelled like cheap cigarettes and resentment, his white tank top straining over his gut as he grumbled about his wife under his breath.

    “Fan’s broken,” he muttered, climbing the ladder with the grace of a man who’d rather be anywhere else.

    I nodded, distracted, when my phone buzzed.

    A text from May.

    A picture.

    My breath hitched. She’d sent a selfie in the dress she was wearing tomorrow—tight, red, and sinful. My fingers hovered over the screen, my pulse racing, when—

    CRASH.

    Ernesto lost his balance. The ladder wobbled. His arms flailed.

    And then—impact.

    Our skulls collided with a sickening crack, and everything went black.

    ---

    I woke up disoriented.

    The room was different. The clothes were different. And—wait—why was the calendar three weeks ahead?

    Before I could process it, the bedroom door swung open.

    May.

    She stood there in a sundress so short it was practically a suggestion, her hips swaying as she sauntered toward me. A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she purred something in Spanish—words I didn’t understand but felt deep in my gut.

    My confusion must’ve been obvious because she laughed, a rich, throaty sound, before dropping to her knees.

    And then—

    Oh. My. God.

    The best. Blowjob. Of my life.

    When she finally pulled away, licking her lips, she whispered in perfect English, “Tomorrow, we go meet my parents, okay?” Then …
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