She Flash-Married To His Rival

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."

a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled

out a silent

had leaned back, lost in thought,

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

that, Mr.

didn't even bother to listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms with

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

a coincidence? I quite like kissing you

had even finished, Moira felt a warmth on her

as

did things escalate to

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

actually holding onto her lips,

intention and instinctively began,

her words only provided Barclay with an opportunity to

an instant, she was like a fish in

released her, her mind was still

sat there in a daze, unable to believe

to return. At

her who was drunk. It was