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

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

it's not like that, Mr.

again, he

sensed that something was off with Barclay, but she

I

voice had even finished,

disbelief as Barclay

did things escalate

of it, Moira realized that this kiss was different from the playful ones

onto her lips, not planning to pull

intention and instinctively began,

only provided Barclay with an

a fish in

finally released her,

to believe she had just

her ragged breaths

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

return.

finally realized what was

Barclay!

her who was drunk. It was

covered her rapidly beating chest and looked up at Barclay,

Barclay remained still.

tentatively reaching

his head at

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