Distance

Seducing her

Yoko's POV

"Good morning!" I greeted her softly, looking at her beautiful face as she peacefully slept. Memories of last night flooded back—it had been intense and unforgettable.

I wanted to savor every moment we had today because I knew she would be busy in the upcoming days, with her flight scheduled in just four days. She'd be occupied preparing herself, and I understood this might be our first and last time together.

I admit I had been a bit mischievous last night, which led to this situation. I lay on her bed, cherishing the fleeting moments and gazing at her face.

I ended up staying at her place because I was drunk last night and

FLASHBACK BEGINS

"Stop it, Yoko," she said firmly, her voice carrying authority. My arms were wrapped around her neck, her hands on my waist, steadying me as I swayed drunkenly.

"Kissing you would mean everything to me! You're leaving, Faye, and I just want to hold onto you," I pleaded, trying not to pout my lips. I knew I sounded desperate, but the truth was...

Yes, I was desperate!

"Yo, we're 15 years apart. I'm too old for this," she reasoned, looking at me with concern, trying to persuade me. We were trapped together in the bathroom.

"You don't like my kisses? I'm sorry, I'm not very experienced, but I'm willing to learn if you'll teach me, hehehe," I replied, trying to meet her eyes.

Eye to eye.

My heart raced as she looked back at me. She seemed strict, or maybe it was just the way she met my gaze, but I refused to back down. I wouldn't give up until she gave me a chance.

"Yo, I'm warning you, as someone older than you," she said sternly.

"Am I ugly?" I asked, my disappointment evident in my raised eyebrows.

"No, you're not ugly," she replied, her voice starting to be calm.

"Why don't you want to kiss me? Hehehe, I know you're into women," I said, smiling, anticipating her reaction.

"Yes, I'm into women, but not with kids," she said firmly, freeing herself from my grasp. She forcefully removed my hands from around her neck and headed straight for the door to open it.

Damn, I'm so drunk I can't muster any more strength to hold onto her. But her words stung.

Am I a kid?

I'm not a kid!

"Are you guys okay in there?" Freen asked, her tone tinged with concern as she waited by the door. I couldn't see her expression clearly as dizziness overcame me. I hurriedly stumbled outside, leaving them both behind in a serious conversation.

I managed a soft smile as I reminisced about what had transpired earlier.

Returning to my friends, I felt like I was on cloud nine. They offered me more drinks, and of course, I had a different plan.

I admit, as the night grew older, I became more intoxicated. I have a few fragmented memories, but most of them are already a blur. One vivid memory stands out—when the party ended, and I couldn't drive. My car remained at Bright's house, and though he offered for me to stay, I declined, opting to go home or stay at Aunt Faye's house. He agreed.

She had no choice but to drive me home. She asked for my address, but I insisted I wanted to sleep at her house because I felt comfortable with her. Freen and Marissa were also with us, but since I was adamant about giving her my address, she decided to drop me off last.