She leaned forward and more of her hair fell into his fingertips. It was like a waterfall of soft, silky hair. Cool.
"Oh. Well, just don't change your mind in about... two seconds because that would blow." He was warm, and she felt warm, too, as the hand in her hair shifted around to the back of her neck, and he stretched up slightly to press his lips against hers. It was not a full-out, sloppy make out, balls-to-the-wall kiss. It was careful and soft- mostly because James high as a kite- but also because he was not in the mood to get attacked by those claws if he pushed her boundaries too far.