The forest was alive with the sounds of nature – the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the distant babble of a nearby stream. I sat on a fallen log, taking a long drag from the joint I had rolled earlier. The smoke filled my lungs, and I exhaled slowly, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my body.
Beside me, Natascha lounged on the soft grass, her long blonde hair splayed out around her. She took the joint from my hand, bringing it to her full lips and inhaling deeply. Her eyes, a piercing blue, met mine as she handed it back.
"f**k, I needed that," she said, her voice a husky whisper.
I nodded, feeling the tension in my shoulders start to melt away. Natascha and I had been friends for years, but lately, things had been different. There was a charge in the ai
