Day one: I confessed to Connor Blake—captain of the Frost Hill Ice Wolves and the guy I’d secretly crushed on for a year. Day two: He rejected me. Day three: We woke up in each other’s bodies. Now, I’m stuck in his muscle-bound frame, dodging slapshots and surviving locker room talk, while he’s in mine—trying to figure out makeup, lectures, and cramps. But there’s a catch: the regional championship is coming up, and if the Wolves lose because of me, “Connor” swears I’m dead meat. Learning to skate, shoot, and score in the rink of life has never been more complicated. Let the chaos begin.