unable to resist , he ran his hand along her side and then to the tiny swell of her belly . `` well , he 's got it bad , too . he never considered the possibility that all the noise would make it that much easier for someone else , someone like me , to creep up behind him and stab him in the back . but then his hands were on the move again , stealing down the front and under the hem of my shirt . then-surprising himself-he charged down the tunnel . where you ca n't just write off ? 