Red
Red was the color of her hair. The vibrant color of the silky strands he longed to run his fingers through.
Red was the color her lips. The rosy color of them enticed him, and distracted him, leading his mind toward other activities they could be partaking in.
Red was the color of her blush. She would flush this beautiful red color whenever she caught him staring at her, or more specifically her lips.
Red was the color of his vision when anyone of the male population approached her. His Lucian blood kicked in and made his protective side come out, most often around the annoying nerd Evan.
Red was the color of jealousy. He relished in the moments he could make her jealous by flirting with other girls. It showed she cared, and he would smirk at her knowingly every time.
Red was the color of passion. She was one of the most passionate people he knew, especially when it came to things, and especially people, she cared about.
Red was the color of anger. He couldn't stand when she would put herself in harms way for him, or anyone else. She was too important. They would fight and not speak for days.
Red was the color of forgiveness. After a few days of not speaking to one another, they would find each other and apologize, promising never to fight again.
Red was the color of desire. One day he couldn't take it anymore, and he finally kissed her, a kiss full of passion and love. A kiss that resulted in swollen lips and a new relationship.
If Ian had to classify their relationship as a color, it would be red, for red was the color of love, and more specifically, their love.
A/N: I was in the writing mood, and this idea was in my head! Thanks for reading!