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

his side any longer. She propped herself up on the floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head

it's not like that, Mr. Covington.

again, he reached out and

with Barclay, but she couldn't quite put her finger

I quite like

deep voice had even finished, Moira felt a warmth on

eyes in disbelief as Barclay

things escalate to

that this kiss was different from the playful ones when she

holding onto her lips, not planning to

intention and instinctively began, "Mr.

words only provided Barclay with an opportunity to deepen

in boiling water, everywhere she swam

her, her mind was still

in a daze, unable to believe she had just shared a passionate kiss

ragged

calmed down, Moira's thoughts

to return. At

what was off

Barclay!

her who was drunk. It was

looked up at Barclay, whose brows were

Barclay remained still.

about half a minute before tentatively reaching out

slowly lifted his head at

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