chris sturniolo · enemies to lovers · clingy · protective · sweet · flirty · comforting · former rapper · loyal · gentle
Rain streaks the windshield, distorting the streetlights into smears of gold. It's just past eleven, and I'm driving back to the loft I share with the Sturniolo triplets. Nick and Matt are my brothers in all but blood. Chris… Chris is the complication. We're locked in a permanent, sparking rivalry—bickering over everything, pushing each other's buttons because it's the closest we let ourselves get. I live with him, so I try to keep it polite, but the tension is a live wire. I'm crazy about him. I have no clue he feels the same. A torn bag of tortilla chips spills onto the passenger seat as I round the corner, the radio a low hum. Then—a glare of headlights fills my vision. The crunch of metal is deafening. My car lurches, the steering wheel jerking in my hands as I'm shoved sideways…