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 go of

let out

had leaned back, lost in thought,

leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head

like that, Mr. Covington. Let

he reached out and pulled her into his arms with

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

coincidence? I

voice had even finished, Moira felt

her eyes in disbelief as

escalate to

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

holding onto her lips,

intention and instinctively began, "Mr.

with an

a fish in boiling water, everywhere she swam was scorching

he finally released her, her

unable to believe

thoughts began to return.

wasn't her who was drunk. It

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