Prolouge

I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails. My mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago.

"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath.

[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]

I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language."

"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders.

"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes.

"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."