Below is a writing prompt that I decided to go with today! Feel free to use the prompt and read on to see how it inspired me. Hey, and if my little blurb inspires you, take it and run with it!
“I gotta tell you…you look incredibly hot.”
“Are you going to vomit in the car?” I demanded, peeking glances at him from the corner of my eye. He had his head leaning against the car window, seatbelt unbuckled. The car kept dinging, the seatbelt sign flashing. He was oblivious to it. I, however, was not. “Can you put your seatbelt on?”
He moaned again, slipping further down into the seat. His hand slipped over his mouth. “I don’t think I’m going to puke. I’ll let you know.”
I rolled down the window, inviting fresh air inside. He seemed to relax as it brushed across his face. “This is why you don’t do a keg-stand and five Jello-shots. Seriously. You probably have alcohol poisoning.”
He moaned again.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening at the pressure. “Adam. I’m serious. Do. Not. Puke. This is my mom's car.”
He tipped his head on the side and looked at me. His blue eyes were lit up by the lights built into the dashboard; they were electric, tinted with red. And he was looking at me like I was a star in the sky, twinkling just for him. When he looked at me like that…I couldn’t breathe.
And he didn’t look at me like that just when he was drunk, but I hadn’t seen this look in what felt like forever.
Except the beeping from the car was near driving me insane. “Put your seatbelt on.”
“You put your seatbelt on,” he mocked, and a grin split across his face. “I gotta tell you…you look incredibly hot. Damn.”
He was drunk, so explicitly drunk, and yet his words immersed my insides in fire anyway. “Thanks. What a gentleman.”
He chuckled a little, closing his eyes. “I pride myself in being a gentle…man.”
“You’re a giant idiot,” I declared, and then glanced at him again. “Put your stupid seatbelt on, Adam, before I pull this car over.”