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 lifted his perfectly plucked brow, and a faint smirked worked up his lips making me realise he was again not wearing his lip piercing.

The thought making my whole body to experience a swirl of summersaults making me to spat my head internally.

"Let's go?" He asked, keeping his aspect same.

"Yes." I whispered averting my eyes back to the giant ride.

I felt a warm hand entwin with mine, and I was already being pulled towards the queue along with Hueson who tugged me along with him. The fuzzy feeling was back with his hand in mine. His big hand not soft, instead tough against my small one. I tried to shrug off the tingling feeling, but the touch and warmth strangely felt good against my cold hands.

The sudden stop made me come to out of my thoughts, and I didn't answered my own question for an unknown reason.

Chapter 141