---Craig's pov---

I stare at Tweek. His open shirt falling off one of his shoulders. He stared at me with a bright red blush on his face.

I reached over and ripped his shirt off the rest of the way. He blushed more and stared at me with wide eyes.

I glanced over his pale chest and stomach. He was way too skinny. I could see his ribs and each breath he took.

I couldn't stop myself, I let my hands wonder over his ribs and chest and stomach. I continued to trace the skin slowly. He was so soft.

"C-Craig...?" I look up and see Tweek giving me a confused look.

"Have you had your first kiss?"

Tweek shook his head, "Why w-would anyone kiss me?" he asks, he sighs, "H-Have you...?"

"Yeah. I have. Before we "got together"," I say still lightly tracing his ribs.

He shivered a little bit. Then, he grabs my hands, "C-Could you s-stop that?"

I blink, "Yeah." 'but I don't want to.' I leave my hands where they were just staring at him. He stared back at me with his big green eyes.

I move my hands to grip his waist and I pull him closer to me, "C-Craig....?" I hear him ask nervously, as he places his hands against my chest to limit our closeness.