"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

The apartment was a large space that had the living room and the kitchen merging as one. There was no wall that divided the two but by the way the furniture had been organized, there wasn't much need. Warm, crème walls and white leather couches, I found myself liking the theme.

/"Deacon, right?/" Blake was in the kitchen area, but he looked up as we walked in. He made his way over, offering a hand, which I took, ignoring Isaac's snort.

/"Blake,/" I greeted back. /"Thank you for having us./"

/"Oh, sweet Jesus./" Isaac made a pained noise. /"I didn't realize you were going to be all polite and well-spoken and shit or I would have never have invited you./"

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