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

Taking a quick shower I checked the time that read 5pm. Walking towards my bed I kept my phone on the night stand. Covering my form with the woollen blanket I snuggled inside my bed. But soon my phone beeped making me groan internally. Debating whether to check or not I laid on my bed for two minutes. But my curiosity made my hand twitch in my phone's direction.

A deep scowl took my facet when I read the message.

Don't be late if you don't want to fail in your next Spanish test!'

Chapter 115