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."

Barclay suddenly

out

had leaned back, lost in

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

it's not like that, Mr. Covington.

explanation. Once again, he

off with Barclay, but she couldn't quite put

a coincidence? I quite like kissing you

the deep voice had even finished, Moira felt a

disbelief as

escalate

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

lips, not

and instinctively

provided Barclay with

like a fish in boiling water, everywhere

he finally released her, her

daze, unable to believe she had just shared a passionate kiss

calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return. At that moment, she finally realized what was off with

was

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