She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

His slender lips paused on hers for a fleeting two seconds, leaving Moira acutely aware of their soft, warm touch.

"What happens after the kiss?" His voice was deep and velvety, oddly captivating.

As his soft lips withdrew, a trace of reluctance tugged at her heart.

Moira blinked, locking eyes with Barclay's piercing gaze, and before she could stop herself, she uttered, "I still want to kiss."

Moira thought, 'My entire body went rigid. When had I become so bold? Am I losing my mind? How could I utter such words? Just stop and think.' Barclay regarded her, his dark eyes inscrutable. There was a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by his usual composure.

He raised his hand and firmly placed it on the back of her head.

Moira watched in disbelief as he leaned in for a second kiss, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths growing quicker with anticipation.

But just as their lips were about to meet again, Barclay unexpectedly withdrew.

He stepped back, his brow furrowing slightly. "I'll escort you to the hospital."

The familiar scent of sandalwood suddenly felt distant, and Moira found herself instinctively drawn closer.

With Barclay retreating a step, she found herself moving forward, catching the faint scent of fresh wood with a hint of longing. With a touch of greed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist she had longed to embrace. "May I have a hug?"

before raising her gaze. Her eyes, dewy and expressive, held a poignant yet appealing allure, inviting both

'There are two voices in my head. One voice urged me to be reserved, to refrain from acting so shamelessly, and to avoid hugging and embracing Barclay so freely. After all, we were only a façade of a couple, not a genuine one! Yet another voice thundered: How could I let such a golden opportunity slip away? I'm utterly useless! Normally, I'm too timid even to consider touching him, but now, with a drink clouding my senses and possibly something in the drink affecting my judgment, do I still want to hold back? Torn between these opposing voices, I

her over the edge. "Please, Mr. Covington, take

didn't get to the hospital soon, she

knew she not only desired a comforting embrace but also

embraces

she become so addicted to embracing

up on her

tone

swiftly scooped her i "Alright, we're

hospital now."

his

carried her into the garage, swiftly settling Moira

on her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed her temperature by touching

a hand to shield

through her body. The scent of him stirred a desire to embrace

sanity. Could a rational person entertain such

the car window, the wind keeping