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."

she was at a loss, Barclay suddenly chuckled lightly and then let

let out

lost in thought, his gaze

at that moment, Barclay beside her suddenly turned his

not like that,

bother to listen to her explanation. Once again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms with a forceful

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

a coincidence? I quite like kissing

the deep voice had even finished, Moira felt a

eyes in disbelief as Barclay leaned in to

things escalate

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

lips, not planning to pull

and instinctively

words only provided Barclay with an opportunity

a fish in boiling water,

he finally released her, her

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

calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return.

wasn't her who was drunk.

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