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

Moira let out a silent

lost in thought, his gaze fixed

his side any longer. She propped herself up on the floor, intending to leave, but at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his head and looked at her. "You seem to enjoy kissing me, don't

that, Mr. Covington. Let

even bother to listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached

was off with Barclay, but she

coincidence? I

finished, Moira felt

disbelief as

escalate to this

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

lips, not planning to pull away

his intention and

only provided Barclay with an opportunity to deepen

instant, she was like a fish in boiling

released her, her

sat there in a daze, unable to believe she

to return. At that moment, she finally

was drunk.

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