Pink, it's the color of passion
He grunted when his back hit the door and another wave of intensity washed through him. Before he could wake the whole dorm, she covered his mouth with hers.
The insides of his eyelids. He'd never really paid attention to the colors that could erupt behind them. The fingers of one of his hands wove themselves of their own accord into her hair and then he was carrying her to his bed. Though she was taller, she was surprisingly light. He'd had a lot of practice holding her bridal-style, and he was glad he'd found a new occasion for it.