Dean didn't know where to begin with all this. As much as he might have wanted to look through some underwear, some very nice pieces, he didn't have the time. He needed to move as quickly as possible; he didn't know how long the goddess would stay in Boston. Or how easily they'd find her, even if she didn't leave the city.
"Okay." He fidgeted with something under his shirt. He'd gone with something that looked hot, and he was quickly finding that it was put away in a particular spot for a reason. That or they all felt this way. "How they wear these things..." He yanked again, even reaching down the front of his shirt to adjust this or that.
"This better be less distracting." The jeans weren't too tight, and the shoes were tennis shoes. The t-shirt was the one he'd worn to begin with, but now it was much bigger - a woman in a man's shirt. He always thought it was damn sexy, but at the moment, it was a pain in the ass.