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

Keeping the letter below my pillow I then emptied the tank and took a quick bath and changed into my usual self. My mind still not leaving the whole turmoil so I took few deep breaths and went downstairs. Casimir's golden frame would return to my mind with each the step I took down the stairs.

Freshly made bacon smell hit my nostrils the moment I reached the last step.

"Scarr you are late. " mom said keeping her eyes still trained on the pan.

"Yeah!....I just got caught up with the homework I couldn't finish last night " I replied in a breathy voice and started walking towards the kitchen.

"Dolph c'mon kiddo your already late" dad who was wearing his usual suit and tie entered the kitchen while tying his tie.

I hurriedly took the peanut butter sandwiches which were wrapped in a silver foil and shoved them inside my backpack.

Chapter 61