Grouse Thicket you always was a letdown [m]

He moved toward her, and she saw the looks of him. He wasn't particularly handsome, but Diantha's choices were slim. There was the silver man from yesterday—she stopped the thought, not wishing to replay the events.

Fancy this.

Khaba had been handsome on the outside, and rather ugly on the inside, she had decided. Perhaps it was always flipped so.

She didn't speak, but she moved closer to take in his fragrance. Her body yearned for him, though her mind was less sure. What kind of a man was he?