Page 20 of Oz
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God, I needed her to believe me.
“But…why?” Her voice came a croak. “I’m not pretty or slim or—”
“Hush now, woman.” I pressed my fingers to her lips.
“You can have any woman you want, Oz,” she mumbled around my finger.
“But I want you. I will say it again. I like you, Laura. I’ve known from the moment I first saw you on that mountain that you are special. You might not know this about me, because we barely know each other, but I always get what I want.” Slowly, so she could move away if she needed to, I lowered my head, my lips hovering over hers.
Cheers sounded behind us as I closed the distance. My lips barely brushed hers.
“And I want you.”
