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."

felt distant, and Moira found herself instinctively

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

her gaze. Her eyes, dewy and expressive, held a

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

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

the hospital soon, she

a comforting embrace

embraces were

she become so

on her trembling tone and swiftly

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

her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed her temperature by

hand to shield her face. "Physically

The scent