Orange.
They tempered from fiery red into enthusiastic o r a n g e. It was still fast-paced and exciting, but he mellowed her, even as she riled him up. The whirlwind romance steadied into a fierce wind, the kind that left hair mussed and skirts whipping around ankles, the kind that stole umbrellas and spat grit from the ground at passerby. They were a little bit fast and a little bit scary, but a lot exhilarating, and it while it was scary to hold on, it was terrifying to consider letting go, because at least by now this was familiar, and that was so much better than the unknown.
