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, his gaze

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

like that, Mr. Covington.

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

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

coincidence? I

had even finished, Moira felt a warmth on

eyes in disbelief as Barclay

things escalate to this

make sense of it, Moira realized that this kiss was different

was actually holding onto her lips, not planning to pull away anytime

and

with

was like a fish in boiling water, everywhere she

he finally released her,

unable to believe she had just

her ragged breaths

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

to return. At that

realized what was

Barclay!

her who was drunk. It was

beating chest and looked up at Barclay, whose brows were

Barclay remained still.

studied him for about half a minute before tentatively

lifted his head at

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