“Count backwards for me, Charlotte, from one hundred,” Jerome requested as he slowly pressed the plunger on the syringe.
Lucas kissed me between each number from one hundred down to ninety-six and I remembered nothing else.
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There was a strange metallic taste in the back of my throat. I stirred against the pillow and licked my dry lips, swallowing to try to rid myself of the strange flavor.
Music was playing softly; I recognized the tune and struggled to open my eyes. “Goo Goo Dolls,” I murmured as I became more aware of my surroundings.
“Charlotte.” A deeply melodic voice spoke my name and I caught a tantalizing hint of Lucas"s aroma, a combination of pine and mint, sunshine and ocean breeze.
“Hmmm?” I rolled over and became aware of the weight on my ankle. With supreme
