Barclay was on a business trip, and Moira breathed a sigh of relief.

She'd been avoiding him for days and felt a bit awkward about it. Now that Barclay was away, she could finally stop dodging him.

But Moira's relief didn't last long. On the fourth day of Barclay's trip, she found herself alone in the vast mansion at night, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

She couldn't even focus on her usual bedtime games, just staring at her phone.

It wasn't until she received a message from Juliet that Moira snapped out of it.

Juliet: [Hey, darling, up for a weekend hangout?]

Moira was stunned and realized it was already Friday!

Time flew, but why hadn't Barclay returned yet?

As she pondered this, her fingers seemed to act on their own, typing out a response to Juliet in the next instant.

Juliet: [Are you seriously thinking about Barclay right now?]

Juliet: [Well, I guess it's only natural! But I didn't expect you to be this fixated, and telling me about it! Isn't that a bit too much, Moira?]

message she had sent, feeling extremely embarrassed. [Maybe... could you give me

[Tomorrow, you can explain in person. I've given you the opportunity, so don't squander it! Tomorrow morning at twelve, we're hitting

felt a bit awkward.

you're thinking about Barclay. I'll

Juliet get

afraid of Juliet's potential

So, she didn't reply!

to continue daydreaming about Barclay. She hurriedly packed up and went to take a

or not, on the fourth night of Barclay's business trip,

the dream, she shamelessly

looked at her with a smirk, asking if she missed him, to which she

"Really?" The next moment, she didn't even

eyes, unconsciously licking her

her that it was

her face was burning at the memory

her dreams mostly consisted of cuddling and kissing, but this time, she dreamt of them

herself and Barclay in the dream and immediately

you should be

her phone

the alarm, and headed straight to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face.

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