"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

I didn't want to be alone, I realized. I wanted . . . goddamn it! I had no clue what I wanted. Every thought I had seemed to contradict itself. It was like my brain got its kicks from going to war against itself.

Yanking the phone away from my ear, squinting at the little digits at the top of the screen, I answered, /"Just after four. Why?/"

/"He should be home by now. Swing by if you want to see him, Eyes. He hates being alone and I'm not done for another hour. If something's wrong though, I can come pick you up./"

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