(Leonard's POV)

I'd messed up. I'd known it the moment I tried to take her home and I ended up having my mouth pressed against hers.

This very girl had refused to get off my mind so much I wanted to believe there was something she was doing to me.

A voodoo doll?

No, don't be ridiculous, Leonard. Voodoo dolls are probably not related. But charms were.

I didn't even know the start and the finish. Was it when I'd first met her that night and she left without saying goodbye? Before finishing what we'd gone to do? Or was it when I'd had sex with her and realized she...