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

"Hey my kissed parrot!" Were her words the moment I pressed the phone onto my ear.

"Parrot?" I asked knitting my brows in confusion.

"Yeah you totally looked like an American red parrot yesterday" And on cue blush crepted up my cheeks, and a picture of me on a parrot popped in my mind out of nowhere.

Shaking my head while slightly chuckling to myself I denied the fact subtly "I was not blushing I was just flushed in exhaustion"

"Liar liar your short hair on fire!" She sang from the other side.

"Ok, so just you called me to tease me for yesterday's incident?" I asked, slightly amused by her hair joke.

"Well, yes!" She said breaking the sentence into two.

"Well, you got the answer!l" I replied and a yawn escaped my lips.

"Someone couldn't sleep whole night thinking about the kiss" But the statement only bolted my mind on her strange behaviour.

Chapter 114