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."

suddenly felt distant, and Moira

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

voices in my head. 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

over the edge. "Please, Mr. Covington,

the hospital soon, she feared she might lose

only desired a comforting

seemed that mere embraces were

had she become so addicted to embracing men

tone and swiftly scooped her "Alright, we're heading to the

into the garage,

flush on her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed her temperature

hand to

inexplicable sensation coursed through her body. The scent of him stirred a