C53 Cinivia Drawn

Phoenix's POV

“Cinivia, please pass me that water bottle.”

She groaned beside me, arms flying and hitting me slightly. She mumbled something incoherent and vigorously rubbed her eyes.

“Why?” Her voice was a mush.

“What do you mean, why?,” I shoved her aside. “Because I want to drink some.”

“Are you really that thirsty?”

I raise my arm to smack her but Cinivia catches me off guard