Aeron’s stone-faced expression cracked, as he turned to give me a dumbfounded look.

Meeting his questioning eyes, I let out a little annoyed sigh, “I refuse to believe that you don’t know the meaning of ‘cojones’.”

“I’m well aware of the meaning,” he raised his eyebrows, fighting back a smile. “Just a little surprised at your choice of words…”

“Yeah, I can really paint a verbal picture,” I responded dryly.

Autore: M.A. George