"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

/"Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Wakey wakey, eggies and bakey./"

It was almost beyond my level of comprehension how the hell I missed wake up gigs like this, but as my eyes cracked open, stabbed by the broken rays of the growing morning, Oz's face filled my vision.

Blake's laughter sounded. It hit my ears around the same time as the tummy-gurgling scent of bacon hit my nose.

Struggling to sit, body not quite getting with the programme, re-enacting a walker scene from The Walking Dead, I groaned. Oz grinned and jumped on my legs.

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