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

<p>I opened my mouth to say something but couldn't come up with anything. After drowning myself into Hueson's backyard pool I argued with him what felt like hours that I'll leave by myself. But he held his ground and didn't gave up. He gave me a green colored shirt with a pair of black track pants of his. After quickly changing, I argued with him again, than I'll leave by my own. But again he won the battle and dropped me off my place. </p>

<p>"That!... I accidentally slipped on work, so I changed into these clothes" I smoothly lied looking straight into his green eyes whilst gesticulating towards my form. </p>

Chapter 52