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

any longer. She propped herself up on the floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head and looked at her. "You seem to enjoy kissing me,

like that, Mr. Covington. Let

Once again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms with a

with Barclay, but

I quite

had even finished, Moira felt

widened her eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned in

things escalate to this

sense of it, Moira realized that this kiss was

lips, not planning to pull away

realized his intention and

provided Barclay with an

an instant, she was like a fish in boiling water, everywhere

he finally released her, her mind

daze, unable to believe she

ragged breaths

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

to return.

what was off

Barclay!

wasn't her who was drunk. It

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

Barclay remained still.

tentatively

his head at

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