"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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A thick eyebrow lifted. /"Not bullshit./" He waved to the chair again. I ignored it again. /"I don't usually drink. I’d had a bad day and one too many with a friend. My judgement was clouded and for that, I will apologize. If I was in a sound state of mind, it wouldn't have happened — you were drunk. But so was I. I gave in to you and that shouldn't have happened. But make no mistake, you instigated./"

/"Bullshit,/" I repeated. /"You’re a fucking liar./"

Breathing heavily, hands balled into a fist, it was his lack of reaction that bothered me more than anything. He didn't rise up to meet my anger, as some would, or jump to the defensive. Instead, the corners of his lips tugged up into the most subtle of smiles.

/"I’m not lying and you know it. You couldn't have been that drunk. You remembered who I was. Had to, or you wouldn't be here./"

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