Dick could count the number of girls he'd kissed with the thumbs on one hand, really kissed. Their relationship had been... rushed, since they kissed for the first time. Or second time, if one were to count her method of language acquisition. He'd never really been the type of guy to jump into bed with a girl. Not that he'd had many girls dying to jump into his bed, billionaire's heir aside.
His hand didn't leave her hair as he kissed her, instead becoming more tangled in it. It had acquired a bit of a tangle from their activities. It made her look all the more beautiful, but there was very little in his opinion that didn't.