Salty, bitter, sickly sweet. I felt like I was melting, and I loved it with every fiber of myself. Did I really remember last night? No, but I could guess. I was on the couch with Alexander, after all, my clothes on but severely disheveled.
"Alexander," I whispered.
He shot up. "John? Oh. Oh shit. John, I'm sorry,"
I cocked my head playfully. "For what?"
"Do you remember?" He said tentatively.
"I can guess well enough. Was it good?"
"W-what?!"
"Did I do good?"
"Y-yes,"
"Then it was worth it," I winked at him and found my way to the shower.
AN: just to tie you guys over until I type up the next one. Wanted y'all to see how that turned out.
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Colors //Lams
FanfictionEach color is a new day that chronicles the Hamilton/Laurens relationship as they go through college.
