Foxy
The man in front of me wasn’t what I expected at all.
I had been expecting someone younger. My own age or a little older like Ben was. The man in front of me was old enough to be my father.
He smiled a stained toothy grin at me as Lochlin lead me into the small gravel garden. The whole place was trashed with discarded beer bottles.
A trash pile of a garden. Not a place for a mating ceremony.
Maybe it was foolish of me to think I deserved some romance. Maybe….
I gagged when we reached him, and his breath washed over my face.
It smelt like something had died and decomposed in his mouth. Vomit rushed up my throat and I forced myself to swallow it back down.
“She looks older than the pictures.”
His words took me by surprise. There was no hello, no fake sentiment. My
