"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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I'd taken my coat and shoes off at the door, but it didn't do much good for the rest of me. Cold beads of water leaked from my hair, occasionally dripping down my face or sliding down my spine, and a small puddle had formed on the floor beneath the hem of my jeans.

I wanted to go home. I wanted to be at home. But fuck . . . how the fuck had tonight gone like it had?

/"You were drunk,/" Blake said softly, his expression softening. /"We all make dumb decisions when we're drunk, so if you want to put it off as a one-off, lapse in judgement, do it. It doesn't have to be anything more than that. But if you ended up in bed with another man, and were sober enough to be aware of what you were doing, then there stands a chance that maybe the smallest part of you wanted it to happen./"

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