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

He came and lifted the water bottle he was carrying and said. "Toma estos."

I lifted my brow in confusion. "I mean take these" He handed me a tablet.

"These are the pills Xaviar usually takes when she-" He stopped and rubbed his slack jaw.

My heart fluttered at the name of Xaviar. And memories of morning incident rushed my mind.

I took the pills and gulped them in one drink.

"Since we are already late. Let's have Spanish tuitions at your place, but not today but some other day. Till then you watch few language videos on YouTube " He said and turned around to walk away.

I didn't protested thinking it was already late, but suddenly realised that I was wearing shorts. Biting my lips I called him out.

He stopped in his tracks, but didn't turned around. "I can't go like this-"

Chapter 122