"Whatever, asshole." He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. "You feel good when you curse at me, don't you? Your dad would have a fit if he knew about your potty mouth," he chuckled, and the deep rumble of his laugh made my spine tingle, and not in a bad way. "What other names have you called me behind my back?" "Jackass. Dipshit. Fucker. Asshat. Jerk-face—just to name a few." "Amusing." By his tone, I figured he'd found it anything but. "You really know how to break a man's heart, Kandy Cane."
