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

We were out of the class now. And he dragged me into an empty room. Shutting the door behind me, he pinned me against the door with his hands that were firmly draped around my both wrists.

The moment felt like déjà vu to me, and soon blood rushed my cheeks like a hormonal teenager I am.

"Why did you tell Xaviar that I'm gay!?" He seethed in a gruff voice keeping only few centimeters between our lips. His minty breath, and after shave smell were directly making contact with my bare lips, and my mind couldn't process any words at his quest.

"I couldn't come up with something at that time " Were the words that escaped my lips the moment they registered my mind. Trying to remove his firm grip from my hands I struggled under his trap, and gave him my grottiest signature glare.

Chapter 68