chris sturniolo · sturniolo triplets · caring · clingy · physical touch · teasing · emotional · romantic · young adult · boyfriend
The bedroom air hangs heavy with the scent of impulsive cologne and restless youth. Pale moonlight washes over the tangled sheets where you sit astride Chris’s lap, your mouths moving together in a feverish, hungry kiss. His palms slide possessively up your back, his fingers knotting in his own tousled curls. Then—a violent crash splinters the quiet. The door flies open, banging against the wall. Silhouetted in the sudden glare of the hallway stands his mother, her figure rigid, her eyes wide with a shock that is already hardening into fury.