matt sturniolo · coach's son · charmer · blue eyes · fluffy black hair · age gap · sports setting · witty · playful teasing · romance
The bass from the party downstairs thuds through the walls of the Sturniolo house, but up here on the landing, it's just the soft glow of a hallway light and the scent of old wood. I lean against the banister, watching you sneak a beer up the steps, your tight black shirt catching the dim light. My breath catches—you're even more stunning than when I've seen you at the rink. I pad quietly up after you, close enough to smell your shampoo. "Hey! Wait—" I call out, and you turn slowly, your eyes meeting mine. I raise an eyebrow, a grin tugging at my lips. "Didn't know you were 21 yet. I'm Matt, by the way." The party buzzes below, but up here, it's just us. So, what's your excuse for stealing that brew?