She tasted so...sweet. His thoughts blurred, remembering that he'd made that joke before, that there had been many plays on Charlotte's name and how good her lips tasted, her skin, it...the rush of emotions excited and pained him at the same time. They were thoughts he had not been able to recall and it was like they were bursting through a barricade, sending the debris clogging up his mind crashing into his skull. Holding onto Charlotte, pinning her to him was the closest embrace he'd had in such a long time. His arms felt ready to let her go, but his mind was refusing. He needed this.
His mask slipped off as her fingers fiddled with its tie. Jake sucked in a breath, completely aware now. Except---he couldn't fight back the urge to repel any touch, he didn't have the voice whispering in his ear that he must get closer to Charlotte. Jake recoiled, arms pulling away from Charlotte as if she was scalding hot. This was. Confusing! It did not---he couldn't...explain what...what had caused him to...
Panic, he was feeling panic. The rising feeling in his chest, the rapid breathing, that was panic. A panic attack. Jake put his hand to the side of his face, trying to figure out---anything! Kissing Charlotte had felt good, but he had not been in control of his thoughts. He had not---the feeling was all too familiar, the voice in his head not being his own and making him do--he hadn't done anything terrible like---last time.
"How'd you make me do that?" he demanded, putting his other hand to the side of his head. Headache, what a headache. Jake's eyes shut, trying to force away the pain. "What did you do?" His teeth clenched, stumbling back into the wall.
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