StarNovelAs her mind wandered, the car glided smoothly into the garage.
With efficiency, Barclay parked the vehicle, greeted by the bright glow of the garage lights. Then, he noticed Moira's rosy cheeks and the intensity in her gaze. "We've arrived," he remarked.
Moira snapped out of her reverie, glancing outside to realize they had reached their destination. "Oh, alright," she replied, swiftly unfastening her seatbelt and stepping out of the car. Yet, as her feet hit the ground, she felt a momentary dizziness. What was happening? Why did she feel a tad lightheaded? "Leg troubling you?" Barclay inquired.
Moira had barely managed to stand upright when she awkwardly glanced at Barclay. "Not exactly, just a tad dizzy," she confessed.
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Moira pondered for a moment. "No, I only had orange juice with Cynthia when we went upstairs, and later, I had a glass of fruit juice while waiting for you." She hadn't touched any alcohol. Didn't he understand her well enough? She wouldn't dare drink alcohol.
"That was fruit-infused wine!" Moira looked at him in surprise. "Really?" "Yes." "Mr. Covington, I'm going to shower and turn in!" While still clear-headed, she hurried back to lock her door, fearing the consequences if she were to get tipsy and make a spectacle of herself later! With those words spoken, Moira swiftly ascended the stairs to her room.
Barclay watched the sway of her skirt and made a soft sound of amusement before following her lead.
Once back in her room, Moira swiftly removed her makeup, showered, and then lay on her bed to hypnotize herself into sleep.
"Sleep, just sleep!" Moira whispered to herself but found it increasingly difficult to drift off despite her efforts. It wasn't merely warmth she felt. There was an unsettling sensation creeping over her.
That unfamiliar feeling brought to mind the tic plots Juliet would share in her beloved romance , where heroines were often drugged. But Moira wasn't in that dire situation. She felt restless, unable to drift off, and a tad overheated.
Unpleasant, yet not unbearable. Just a lingering thirst.
After lying for a while, moistening her lips again, Moira finally couldn't resist the urge to get up and head downstairs for a drink.
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