James' brows shot up with surprise. "You want me to hold you down?" Now, that was just hot. And, you know what? He was a sixteen year old boy, and she was good-looking, and if she wasn't careful, he would totally pounce on her and have his wicked way.
Okay, maybe not. But he might try.
"I dunno," he said absently. "Braid it. Tie it in a knot. Whatever you girls do." Tug on it during sex. There was plenty enough of it for that, but even when he was high as a kite, James had the sense not to say that one out loud.