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?"

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

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

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

soon, she feared she might lose

desired a comforting embrace but also

that mere embraces were no longer

so addicted to embracing men

picked up on

tone

scooped her i "Alright, we're

hospital now."

his

carried her into the garage, swiftly settling Moira into the

gently assessed her temperature by touching

to shield her face.

The scent of him stirred a desire to embrace and kiss

questioned her sanity. Could a rational

journey, she leaned her head against the car window,