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

She furrowed her brows slightly but shrugged it off and said "Go and change, I've made some tacos. Give few of them to Xaviar"

I didn't responded anything but gave her a small nod and ran upstairs.

Changing my clothes in some pjs I freshened myself and fished some money in my pj's pocket and rushed out of the room.

Mom was ready with the freshly made tacos tray in her hands, with a warm smile on her lips. "Xaviar have this get together at her place and she was asking me to join her...so can I?" I asked in a slow pace voice.

Mom's smile widened and she pecked on my forehead saying "I would love it if you go and have fun "

I gave her a small smile and left the house. On the way to the fish shop I gave the tacos to Xaviar. She squealed when saw the tray full of tacos. I said that I had some work and left her place quickly.

Chapter 83