"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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<p>He claimed that he was a picture of perfection and it was all good. A roll of the eyes had been my response. Physically, Isaac was right. He was fit as a fiddle, having been involved in a lot of school sport, and he and Blake had some religious little gym routine. It meant that he had the kind of body that I had to use a pen to draw on abs, and filters to even come close to having, but just because he looked good, didn't mean that the stuff wasn't rotting his insides.</p>

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