She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

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.

had leaned 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,

it's not like that, Mr. Covington. Let me

even bother to listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and

sensed that something was off with Barclay, but

isn't that a coincidence? I quite

finished, Moira felt a warmth

her eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned in

things escalate

before she could make sense of it, Moira realized that this kiss was different from the playful

holding onto her lips, not

realized his intention and instinctively began,

only provided Barclay with an

in boiling water, everywhere she swam was

finally released her, her

sat there in a daze, unable to believe she

ragged

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

to return. At that

realized what

Barclay!

was drunk. It was

looked up at Barclay, whose brows

Barclay remained still.

minute before tentatively reaching out to touch him. "Mr. Covington, are you

his