My head felt heavy. My body felt weak. I felt weak. My body felt like I had been asleep for months now. When I opened my eyes, my face was pressed against a warm surface. A warm chest. My body was above the ground. I was in someone's arms. A familiar warmth spread to my chest when the owner of the hands pushed my face deeper into his jacket.
"Pheonix," I called him and he shushed me, ducking down. My head hit a harsh surface but before I could've yelped in pain, he had his fingers pressed against my mouth.
"Bella, sleep." He said roughly and I grinned, my mind felt messed up. I barely had control over myself. Maybe, maybe I had too much sugar in the morning. But I didn't even drink the coffee. Or maybe I did. I don't remember.
"I feel funny." I said, stroking his face and he let out a
