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

The thing that caught my attention was his lip piercing which glittered under the sun rays, that was directly falling on his pale skin making his slight stubble and his eyelashes appear gold in color against the sunshine. His monotonous aspect soon transformed into fake plastered smile the moment he saw me entering the cafeteria.

My heart which was beating like a paradiddle stopped the moment he came to his stances and started walking in my direction. My legs automatically started mirroring his actions, in opposite direction. But soon Xaviar stopped me doing so.

I licked my lips which were getting dry due to left out breathe. Taking few deep breaths I just gaped at Hueson who didn't changed his aspect but continued his actions with the same fake smile. Even from this far I could detect the grimness in his cole black eyes.

Chapter 72