Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

Chapter 11

I woke up to a soft, warm ball in my right hand. I didn't remember falling asleep with a stress ball. When did I get this toy? Still half-asleep, I enjoyed the feeling with my eyes closed. It was so soft and warm, and my body felt cozy on my warm mattress. My bed was always soft, but when did it become this warm? I gently squeezed my newfound stress ball, savoring its comforting feel.

Then, the ball moved. I was amazed. Wow, this stress ball is magical! I was about to squeeze it again when I heard someone groan. My brow furrowed in confusion. I was so sleepy, and the warmth was comforting. I didn't want to open my eyes and lose this pleasant sensation.

But then a voice broke through my drowsiness. "You like playing with it, huh?" I jolted up in bed, eyes wide open. I looked at Faye, then down at my hands, and back at her again. I realized that what I was holding was far from stress ball. It was was Faye's front gem. Was I really holding and squeezing her boo— No, no, no, no!!!

'What have you done, Yoko? You're such a pervert even when you're asleep!' How could I not realize that what I was holding wasn't a stress ball?

I buried my face in the mattress, hiding in embarrassment. How could I embarrass myself over and over again with her?

I felt the mattress shift and a soft hand on my shoulder. "Hey, look at me. You can hold it as long as you want, I don't mind." Huwaaaaaaaa!!!

How can she be so cool with this? This is really embarrassing and alarming. Imagine waking up with someone holding your... this was really a perverted act, and I even squeezed it! Considering we're not even in a relationship!

I kept my face buried in the bed, groaning. 'You're dumb, Yoko Apasra Lertprasert! Dumb, dumb, dumb!'

"Oi! Don't do that, yo!" Faye rushed towards me and held my shoulder, stopping me from what I was doing. She tried to make me look at her, but I stubbornly kept my eyes closed. "Yo, don't be stubborn. Let me see your forehead." She held my shoulders firmly but gently. How could she hold me still while being so gentle?

I kept my eyes shut, refusing to look.

"Yo." No, Faye, no!

"Yoko." I said no!

"Yoko Apasra Lertprasert." Even if you yell, I still won't look at you.

"Babe, if you keep ignoring me, you won't like what I do to get your attention."

"Go ahead. I'm not threatened. If you're going to slap me or yell at me, I don't care. I deserve it anyway." I kept my eyes closed. "Just please don't force me to look at you because it's embarras—" I was cut off by something soft pressing against my lips.

My eyes popped open when I realized it was her lips. Her lips were against mine, and we weren't filming! She's kissing me without the cameras!

I wanted to push her away, but I couldn't. I didn't know if it was because of shock or because I didn't want to push her away. She gently held my cheeks, sensually brushing them. I could now feel the tingling sensation in my stomach. This was so overwhelming.

Just when I thought she would stop, she deepened the kiss, gently biting my lips. It was very early in the morning, but I felt drunk from her hungry kisses.

Moments later, I found myself kissing back with equal intensity. We both fought for dominance, trying to prove something I couldn't name.

"Ughhhh," I moaned. I didn't know how a normal morning turned into this. Everything happened so fast. I found myself lying in bed, moaning in broad daylight.

Panting, we both looked at each other. There was no shyness or regret on her face, only lust and longing.

"I'm sorry, Yo. I just can't help myself anymore." If I didn't know Faye, I would believe her when she said sorry. But the way she looked at me showed she didn't regret what she did. "But I'm not really sorry. I've been stopping myself from doing this since yesterday. I didn't know what your intention was by commenting, but it really awakened the beast inside me." She looked into my eyes, then down to my lips, and back again.