ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


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." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"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."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Meaning I was the one who gave up.

Hueson turned around with his signature smirk, the facet that made me want to wipe that smirk off his face like mask. I kept my expression neutral giving him null satisfaction of felicity. For few seconds he just bored his eyes into mine, then his" left brow cocked up in what seemed like amusement?

I gave him my grottiest glare turning crimson red and carefully took the cat from him. The process caused my hand to touch Hueson's palm during the exchange. The cat meowed the second she came into my bosom. I lightly patted her back, which caused her to go back to her previous perspective. She soon got comfortable in my embrace, causing my lips to twitch in response.

Hueson got on his bike and started it, along with the unnecessary havoc. The cat leaped out of my embrace due to affright and started sprinting in oposite direction.

Chapter 37