"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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/"You're chilled to the bone,/" Deacon breathed at last, shaking his head with a fierce scowl as he forced a finger beneath my chin, making me look at him.

He was sexy when he looked at me like that; raw power prowled his gaze. His face seemed to swell with an unnatural beauty that could only exist within the presence of confidence and certainty. I leaned my face towards him, breath halting as I tried to close the distance between us.

I gasped in shock when my back was slammed against the wall. Hard. Hand on my shoulder and a look of irritation plastered across his stupid fucking face, Deacon looked far from impressed. /"You're drunk, Isaac. You don't get to do things like that./"

/"You had no problem last time,/" I slurred angrily. My throat blistered beneath my words. My eyes swam; the rejection hurt. More than I cared to admit. More than I could even understand. /"What? Do I have to call you Daddy to kiss you? Is that it? IS IT?/"

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