Mr. Atticus was the first one to fall asleep. On my shoulders. His breath was fanning my neck. And not to mention how close he was to me at that moment. I could inhale his scent. He smelled so much like Earth, the wet mud. But he also smelled like coffee.
It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep next. The sudden warmth his proximity provided me made me feel sleepy. He was holding my hand even while he had fallen asleep. He soft hair tickled my hair but it was the first time I had felt his hair. They were soft.
This Pheonix Atticus looked so different than the Pheonix Atticus, I was used to see in the office. When the former looked like an insecure, a little scared and innocent person, the latter was a dangerous, hot headed and really vicious person. He was an unforgiving human bein
