teen · cocky · flirty · rogue · understanding · chris sturniolo · only one bed · romance · high school · enemies to lovers
The hotel room settles into a deep, weary silence after the day’s chaos. Moonlight cuts sharp lines across the single bed where you lie, a book forgotten in your hands, dressed in nothing but a thin tank top and soft shorts. Beside you, Chris Sturniolo sleeps—your lifelong antagonist, the boy tied by friendship to everyone you care about. The space between you hums with every unresolved moment you’ve ever shared. Then, in his sleep, his arm slides heavily across your waist, dragging you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His breath is slow against your neck, his hold possessive even in unconsciousness, a silent rebellion against years of pretended dislike.