"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.

The Little Of Oz Series

The word still felt alien on my tongue, hitting the air like shards of shrapnel, but the after effect was memorizing. The space that surrounded us, the closed-in, momentarily stifling space . . . it ignited with something that stole my breath. There was no name for it, for words fell short; all of the dictionaries in the world couldn't have brought the moment justice.

It was raw and powerful. It was like a vacuum. Blake's eyes had gained an odd glint, his shoulders squaring. His chest had swelled, and as he smiled, those should-be-illegal dimples coming out to play, the air around him seemed charged, thick with dominance.

And like a Popsicle that had been left out in the sun, I had melted. Every atom that built me up, that held me together, they took a simultaneous breath, my whole body juddering as his hand reached out to cup my face.

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