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 smirk that creased up his lips soon turned into an earning grin that reached up his ears. But the grumbling sound that my stomach couldn't hold inside, made his tight lips to open up in slight chuckles.

"Somebody's hungry, and can't find their wallet!" He remarked leaning against his chair enjoying my pure mortified state.

"Maybe you've forgotten this, but let me remind you that we came here to study spinach classes" I seethed out vehemently.

"Spinach?" He laughed making me realise that I did said spinach instead of spanish. "You seriously are hungry!,

"Is there a pause button to your crudeness?" I asked with a nasty glare.

"Yes, indeed. But I rather use the resume one" He replied in a fake British accent.

Rolling my eyes and ignoring the peckishness I said "Let's finish this soon I don't have much time."

"I no es interesado en un QUICKY."

He said in the same husky voice.

Chapter 118