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.

back, lost in thought,

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, don't

not like that, Mr. Covington. Let me

to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms with a forceful

but

that a coincidence? I quite

the deep voice had even finished, Moira felt a warmth on her

in disbelief as Barclay leaned in to

did things escalate to

before she could make sense of it, Moira realized that this

actually holding onto her lips, not planning to pull away

intention and

Barclay with an opportunity to deepen the

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

released her, her

there in a daze, unable to believe she had just shared a

ragged breaths

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

return.

what

Barclay!

who was

looked up at

Barclay remained still.

a minute before tentatively reaching out to

slowly lifted his head at

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