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

A fine looking bungalow might I add.

I was the one who got off the bike first and took the cat in my embrace. Hueson soon got off the bike and started making his way towards the house. He opened the door, which was locked making me realize that we were going to be alone in his house.

Instead of clearing my thoughts, I cleared my throat and asked "You don't live with your parents?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around leaning on the door frame, titling his head and answered "Nope" he said popping the 'p' with his signature smirk and turned around and made his way inside the house.

I stood there for a minute with slightly wide eyes. My mind wandering about various things that could happen if I took a single step inside.

Chapter 39