'It's just for fun, right?' Grayson cant help but ask himself this question as his eyes trace your curves in the dim moonlight of the kitchen. You had both agreed this was just a hookup, no feelings attached. But the way you looked, standing at the microwave in his boxers and t-shirt waiting for the food, he can't help but feel his heart beat a little faster. Lipstick marks scattered on his neck from the events of the night look like art in his eyes as he thinks back to how the two of you had snuck out of the party and back to his dorm. He was so lost in thought he almost didn't notice you placing down a plate of leftovers in front of both him and yourself.

"Thanks.." He mumbles with a small smile. His eyes moving across your body as you sit down in the chair across from him in the kitchen of Grayson's small Harvard dorm.