before i can ask what he means , his hand drifts farther down my jeans and then slips under my panties . dean paced below the wing of the bomber . he pauses to shift me higher , gripping my legs a little harder , and the friction of my front against his back makes a moan form low in my throat . could n't he just nick himself while shaving one morning , just so she would know that he was human ? `` and you 're sure you have n't noticed anything off . 