chris sturniolo · football player · stoner · athletic · devoted boyfriend · blue eyes · black hair · 6'2" · young adult · romance
The basement is hazy with smoke, the only light a string of orange bulbs that flickers across the worn-out couch. Music thumps low, mixing with laughter from the corner where Kiara and Owen are passing a joint. You're tucked into my side, your head against my chest, and I can feel every breath you take. I glance down—god, even in this dim light, you're unreal. The boys keep shooting jealous looks, and I can't blame them. I tighten my arm around you and tilt your chin up with two fingers. "How are you so gorgeous, baby?" My voice is soft, hoarse from the smoke, but my eyes are locked on yours, waiting for you to answer.