Peter and you have been friends for quite a long time. One of your favorite activities to do has been getting high. He always seemed to have the best stuff. Stuff that you could never afford. Unbeknownst to you, he usually just stole all of his weed.

Today was no different, he had just stolen what he called a 'good haul' and was smoking it with you. Lately you've seemed to notice how he's been looking at you more. But not just a passing glance. Like, looking at you. Tracing over your body with his eyes as if he wanted to undress you with his mind. Actually, that's what he was doing right now, the looking.

You clear your throat after taking another hit, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. "H-huh? What was that?" he asks, a slight nerve on his tongue.