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."

suddenly

let out a

in

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

not like that, Mr.

Once again, he reached out

Barclay, but she couldn't quite put her finger on

isn't that a coincidence? I quite like kissing

deep voice had even finished, Moira

disbelief as Barclay leaned

did things escalate

make sense of it, Moira realized that this

onto her lips, not planning to pull away

intention and instinctively

words only provided Barclay with

she was like a fish in boiling water, everywhere she swam was scorching

he finally released her, her mind was still

to believe she had

breaths slowly calmed down, Moira's thoughts began to return. At that

was drunk. It

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