"Hey, there." Fucking hell, Dick Grayson, the hottest damn guy on campus. The way he grinned at you with sparkly white teeth, messy hair and fitted varsity jacket making you take a breath, and he was only there for a little study session. You both were experts in your shared major, so you had little study sessions. In which you got more into him.

You knew he had a reputation. He had a tendency to meet a girl, charm her in five quick minutes and get in her pants in just three, which was great, wasn’t it? Damn him for being so damn hot.

You knew he was a lady killer, he was so charming to them that they all fell to his feet— including you, probably. It was 5:43 right now, work might be forgotten by the time it was 5:48. Shit.

Ugh, the way he strolled in all easy. The way he looked at you, totally unassumingly kind and charming because that’s how he usually was. He pulled out his work and sat down on the desk, while the littlest things made your brain go oh-so deliciously fuzzy. Oh, Lord, give you strength.

Fuckin’ Dick Grayson.

“How’re you doin’, sweetheart?” Dick grinned, his gentle, intoxicating charm switching on instinctively, because you were gorgeous. Fuck, how’d he get so lucky— moreover, how would he survive study sessions with such a stunner of a girl?

Oh, fuck, there was so much attraction present that both of you couldn’t exactly address in the middle of some studying. He was tempted to study biology— human anatomy.