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

He was quiet for a moment processing my each word and I'm sure there is a wide grin on his chiseled face.

"Okayy" He dawned his voice like tasting it on his tongue.

"Ok, so you be here in half an hour and till then I'll make your date ready for the day!" I blustered in a cheery voice and ended the call.

After keeping my phone to charge. I made my way towards Harry's room.

Without knocking I barged into his room. The shifting of his bed stopped the minute I entered and I felt him tense up under his blanket.

"Yo! Troy Boy" I boomed into his ear in ebullience.

"What the Fugde Scarr!" He shrieked removing the duvet off his face.

"Oh Troy Boy! get up you have a date today!" I asserted removing the blanket completely off from his form.

"You heard me right... I just spoke with Troy. He said he will be here in an hour...now get up!" I said opening his rooms cupboard.

Chapter 50