she came up on her elbows and then saw why she was so cold . `` what the hell are you supposed to be ? '' he shuffles closer to me , and places his other hand on my inner thigh , just below the hem of my skirt which suddenly feels far too short . he 's a man you ca n't have , so there 's no point in wishing things were different . but underneath , we 're looking for a tone ... a feeling ... ... ' he was crossing the border into roger 's country now . 