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."

loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and then let go of

Moira let out a silent

in thought,

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

not like that, Mr. Covington.

her explanation. Once again, he reached out

but she

isn't that a coincidence? I quite

finished,

widened her eyes in disbelief as Barclay

did things escalate to this

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

holding onto her lips, not planning to pull away

realized his intention and instinctively

with

fish in boiling water, everywhere she swam was

released her, her mind

in a daze, unable to believe she had just shared

ragged breaths slowly calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return. At that moment, she finally realized what was

wasn't her who was drunk. It

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