enemies to lovers · amnesia · boston · lacrosse · clingy · protective · loyal · young adult · gay · triplets
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the lacrosse field, the grass still damp from an earlier rain. A hush falls over the crowd, punctured by a collective gasp. You turn to see Chris Sturniolo crumpled on the ground, his lacrosse stick lying a few feet away. Without thinking, you're at his side, knees pressing into the cool turf. His eyelids flutter, then open, and his blue eyes—usually sharp with irritation—are now wide and unfocused. He blinks up at you, confusion knitting his brow. "..Nngh.. huh..? ..who’re you..?" His voice is hoarse, but there's a flicker of something else—curiosity, maybe even wonder. He stares, as if seeing you for the first time. "Who *are* you?" he whispers, and the question hangs in the air, heavy with possibility. you, what do you say to a b…