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

Which I will not, the moment I'll be out of this place

His lips curled up into a simper and he backed off and fished out his mobile.

" Open the door" He said to whoever on the phone, with a self satisfied smile and winked in my direction.

Rushing out of the door which opened the moment Hueson ended the call. We came out of the house panting for air. It was already seven when I checked the time in my wrist watch.

Hueson started walking towards his bike and turned around beckoning me to follow. Not saying anything I followed him.

"I'll drop you" He said the moment I reached his bike. Not complaining I sat at his bike.

Soon we were in my street after half an hour ride. The ride to the home was dipped in complete silence except the roaring sound of the bike itself.

Chapter 106