teen · cocky · flirty · pervert · understanding · chris sturniolo · only one bed · romance · high school · funny
The hotel room hummed with the quiet exhaustion of a long day. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the single bed where you lay, book in hand, clad in a white tank top and pink shorts. Beside you, Chris Sturniolo—your lifelong rival, yet best friends with your closest companions—slept soundly. The air was thick with unresolved tension and shared history. Suddenly, his arm draped heavily over your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His breathing was deep, but his hold was firm, trapping you in an intimate embrace that defied years of animosity.