"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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And as though sensing the lack of control the poor little thing had, he pulled away just as the tightening sensation, the building pressure, began to reach its peak. He watched me with a tiny smile as that feeling lessened, falling back down with a newfound partner: urgency and disappointment.

/"I love you, Oz,/" he whispered, throwing me one last kiss before reaching for the carrier bag.

Rustling. There was a rustling, but I barely heard it. All I heard was his words on a rebound, replaying over and over like a sweetened melody.

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