i can tell , because i can see myself in his noise , see me shouting and getting angry , see my nose wrinkling like it must do when i 'm mad , see the warmth of his feelings around that wrinkle- and in a flash , there 's a picture of him and me in his noise , holding each other tight , no clothes anywhere , and i 'm seeing the blond hairs on his chest that i 've never seen in real life , the downy , soft , surprisingly thick hair that trails all the way down to his belly button and below and- `` oh , crap , '' he says , stepping back .