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."

was at a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and

let out

in thought, his gaze fixed

the floor, intending to leave, but at that moment,

that, Mr. Covington. Let me

didn't even bother to listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached

off with Barclay, but she couldn't

coincidence? I

deep voice had even finished, Moira

eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned in

escalate to this

make sense of it, Moira realized that this kiss was different from the playful ones

her lips, not planning to pull away

intention and instinctively

with an opportunity to deepen

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

her, her

sat there in a daze, unable to believe she had just shared a

return. At that moment, she finally realized what was off with

was

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