She Flash-Married To His Rival

His slender lips paused on hers for a fleeting two seconds, leaving Moira acutely aware of their soft, warm touch.

"What happens after the kiss?" His voice was deep and velvety, oddly captivating.

As his soft lips withdrew, a trace of reluctance tugged at her heart.

Moira blinked, locking eyes with Barclay's piercing gaze, and before she could stop herself, she uttered, "I still want to kiss."

Moira thought, 'My entire body went rigid. When had I become so bold? Am I losing my mind? How could I utter such words? Just stop and think.' Barclay regarded her, his dark eyes inscrutable. There was a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by his usual composure.

He raised his hand and firmly placed it on the back of her head.

Moira watched in disbelief as he leaned in for a second kiss, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths growing quicker with anticipation.

But just as their lips were about to meet again, Barclay unexpectedly withdrew.

He stepped back, his brow furrowing slightly. "I'll escort you to the hospital."

sandalwood suddenly felt distant, and Moira found herself instinctively drawn

fresh wood with a hint of longing. With a touch of greed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist she had longed to embrace. "May

dewy and expressive, held a poignant yet appealing allure, inviting both sympathy and a deeper sense

could I let such a golden opportunity slip away? I'm utterly useless! Normally, I'm too timid even to consider touching him, but now, with a drink clouding

"Please, Mr.

soon, she feared

knew she not only desired a comforting embrace but also yearned for kisses and

mere embraces were no

no, how had she become so addicted to embracing men like

on her trembling tone and swiftly scooped

brisk strides, he carried her into the garage, swiftly settling

on her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed her temperature by

raised a hand to

body. The scent of him stirred a desire to embrace