"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

/"What in the shit?/" I asked as he led us down the infant aisle.

/"Language, Isaac,/" he reminded me, but he put a hand on my shoulder. I jerked back. I had walked beside him, not touching him. I was so not ready for public displays of affection. /"This . . . just hear me out./"

I was glaring, I realized. /"Fine,/" I snapped. /"But I already fucking hate what you have to say and you haven't even spoken yet./"

/"We ordered some things off the internet while you were feeling, erm, while you were my Little Eyes. They should come soon but I thought in the meantime maybe there would be something here that would interest you in case you slipped again before they arrive./"

/"Blake said all this is your fault,/" I accused, aware that I was slightly twisting his words. /"He said you're the reason I was acting like a fucking freak./"

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