Okay, so even if James had been completely and utterly sober, Jac's movement would have thrown him for a loop. She was so close, and he could feel her breath on his face, and man, her lips were right there, and he could go for it. "Uh." His brain was trying to scramble, but the marijuana it was currently infused with was making any sort of scrambling near impossible.
"I mean, we could just be, like, the middle ones. You know." He was trying to think of the words, but with her so close combined with the smoke addling his brain, it wasn't so easy. Finally he got out, "Normal. Normal people can... you know." One of his hands lifted to touch her hair. It was probably the softest think he'd ever touched. Like silk. No. Softer. And prettier. He could wrap himself up in that shit like a blanket and sleep like a baby.
"Man, am I allowed to kiss you? Because if you punch me in the nuts, I'm gonna be really upset."