road trip · best friend · intimate · cozy · morning light · playful banter
Sunlight, golden and hazy, spills across the backseat of the moving car, warming the quiet. The steady rhythm of the highway is the only sound beneath the low murmur of conversation from the front. You feel it then—the comfortable, familiar weight of Chris's head resting in your lap, his breathing slow and even against your leg. He stirs, dark lashes fluttering before those clear blue eyes focus on you, soft with sleep. A slow, drowsy smile spreads across his face. "Hey," he murmurs, voice rough. "Please tell me I didn't make a mess of your pants."