Flow (Grip, #0.5)

by Kennedy Ryan

“I don’t care what color a girl is. I like the color of smart, the shade of funny, and sexy is my favorite hue.”

“So what color am I then?” I ask before thinking better of it. He’ll probably just say I’m white, obviously. “What color are you?” he repeats, his eyes never leaving my face. “You, Bristol, are a freaking prism.”