Just as Moira was at a loss, suddenly a light bulb went off in her head. "I got it!"

"Really?"

For some reason, every time Barclay said those words, Moira felt like he didn't believe her.

Now, upon hearing it again, she reflexively felt embarrassed and guilty. "Yes, really."

"Oh." He responded and let go of the hand that had been resting on her back, though his left hand on her waist remained.

Moira could feel him gently touching her spine, each touch so light, and it felt like he barely touched her at all.

"You seemed to like it when I touched you the last two times you got drunk."

"I don't remember."

"Shall I help you remember?"

Moira was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

She had no idea how to respond!

What should she say?

"I'm kidding."

Just as she was at a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and then let go of her.

Relieved, Moira let out a silent sigh.

lost in thought, his gaze fixed

floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay

that, Mr. Covington. Let

he reached out and pulled her into his

was off with Barclay, but she couldn't quite put her

a coincidence? I quite like kissing

even finished, Moira felt a warmth

eyes in disbelief as

did things escalate to

it, Moira realized that this kiss was different from

holding onto her lips, not planning to pull away

realized his intention and instinctively began, "Mr.

Barclay with an

she was like a fish in boiling water, everywhere she swam was

he finally released her, her mind was still

sat there in a daze, unable to believe she

her ragged

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

return.

realized what was off

Barclay!

was drunk. It

her rapidly beating chest and looked up at Barclay, whose brows

Barclay remained still.

tentatively reaching out

lifted his

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