"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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/"So, psychic wonder,/" I drawled out, trying to disguise just how on edge the intensity of the other man's silent anger was making me, /"Did you see that one coming?/"

The world outside was surprisingly calm. Dusk approached on a steady wave, the skies dipping from a sulking grey to a musky hue of dark blue. The rain had started again, tapping against the window in the corner with a steady, pattering beat.

The world inside, however, was anything but.

The armchair seemed to swallow me; beneath the storms of his eyes, I felt so small. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Yet, I would have rather have yanked my teeth than ever admit that he intimidated me. Bravado was a well-used tool in my arsenal, and as the words fell from my mouth, instantly igniting a reaction in the other man, I tried to seek satisfaction in the fact that it had worked once more. That I had succeeded in pissing another person off.

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