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."

she was at a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and then let

Moira let out

had leaned back, lost in thought, his

on the floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head

that, Mr. Covington.

to her explanation. Once again, he reached

was off with Barclay, but she couldn't

that a coincidence? I quite

finished, Moira

disbelief as Barclay leaned

did things escalate to this

of it, Moira realized that this kiss was different

was actually holding onto her lips, not planning

realized his intention and instinctively began,

only provided Barclay with

she was like a fish in boiling water, everywhere she swam

her, her mind was still

sat there in a daze, unable to believe she

breaths slowly calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return.

who was drunk. It

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