James was surprised when he felt her legs on him, and he stared down at them for a moment, remembering how he'd seen them in his hallucination. Jeans were totally unnecessary. Girls should wear skirts and shorts all the time. "Ha. All of you have claws. Fuck man, I dated this chick for a few days and she clawed my back up like a fucking wild animal." No matter how good the sex had been, James had left that shit before his epidermis was completely annihilated.
"Do you do that shit?" He blinked, then glanced over at her. "Have you even actually..." He trailed off as he got distracted by a breeze blowing her hair. Huh. Like a movie. Or a model. She could be a model. Well, maybe if she wasn't so hyper. She might break her ankle or something in those crazy fucking shoes they wore.