I sank my head completely back against the soft leather of the couch, letting out a heavy, dramatic groan as I stared up at the high ceiling. "No... you are honestly just completely wicked," I muttered, my lips twisting into a massive pout to show my deep frustration. Michael didn't even blink or offer a single word in response to my complaint. He simply kept his dark eyes focused on the wall, leaning back comfortably as he took another long, silent drag from his rolled weed, blowing a thick cloud of grey smoke into the air.
Feeling completely annoyed by his silent treatment, I forced my aching body to shift along the cushions. My muscles protested with a sharp sting, but I ignored the pain, sliding my legs over the edge of the couch until my boots touched the floorboards. I reached down
