I eased the sweatshirt off of his arms, and moved on to his thermal.
Tweek shivered when my hands gripped his wrists on their way down to the lower hem; we were close enough that I felt the tremors run beneath his skin, prompting answering ones under my own. My eyes wanted to roll back into my head... Was it wrong to feel so gone before the blunt had even been lit?
Inside my head, I was already panting.