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."

felt distant, and Moira found herself instinctively drawn

step, she found herself moving forward, catching the faint scent of fresh wood with a hint of longing. With a touch of greed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist

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

One voice urged me to be reserved, to refrain from acting so shamelessly, and to avoid hugging and embracing Barclay so freely. After all, we were only a façade of a couple, not a genuine one! Yet another voice thundered: How 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 my senses and possibly something in the drink affecting my judgment, do I still want to hold back? Torn between these opposing voices, I was acutely aware of my shamelessness. However, the

over the edge. "Please, Mr. Covington, take me

the hospital soon, she

comforting embrace but

that mere embraces were

had she become so addicted to embracing men

picked up on her trembling tone and swiftly scooped her "Alright, we're heading to

her into the garage, swiftly settling

the flush on her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed

hand to shield her face. "Physically

body. The scent of

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