POWER STAGE : FAYE + YOKO (gxg)

Game Changer

As the first light of morning filtered through the hotel room curtains, I opened my eyes. I had a stupid smile on my face. Last night was like a dream. But unlike dreams, this was real. And the proof of this fact was Yoko sleeping peacefully next to me. I gently brushed her hair back from her face, feeling the softness of her skin with my fingers.

I slipped out from under the duvet and stepped barefoot onto the cold hotel carpet. I felt a chill, but the warmth from last night was still inside me. The sunlight streaming into the room made everything seem clearer, more real. And that reality couldn't help but make me smile.

I got out of bed and looked around. Our clothes from last night were scattered all over the room, like remnants of a battle. Yoko's bra was hanging in the shadow of the lamp. My smile grew even wider. As I cleaned up the mess on the floor, I replayed every moment of last night over and over in my mind. Yoko's passionate gaze, the harmony between our bodies, everything...

I walked towards the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, my face slightly flushed. But the sparkle in my eyes said it all. Last night, not only had our bodies become one, but our souls had also become one. And it filled me with an indescribable happiness. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, as if I had finally found something I had been searching for for years.

When I returned to the room, Yoko was still asleep. Her face was buried in the pillow, only her messy hair visible. I approached her slowly and stroked her hair. Her innocent appearance warmed my heart.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I whispered.

"Faye," she said, her voice almost inaudible. "I think we went a little too far last night."

My heart clenched in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, helplessly.

Yoko took a deep breath, as if she was struggling to find the words. "What happened last night... was a mistake," she finally said, her eyes fixed on the floor. "We both got carried away. But this..." She paused, then continued. "This isn't right for us."

"Yoko," I said, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. I got out of bed and took a step toward her. As the sheets slid off my shoulders, I thought my nakedness might bother her, but then I remembered last night. There was nothing to be ashamed of. "We didn't do anything wrong. We both wanted this."

Yoko lifted her head, her eyes still looking at the floor. "But Faye..." she began, her voice trembling.

"But what, Yoko?" I said, moving a little closer to her. "Wasn't what we felt last night real? Or was it just me?"

Yoko finally looked at me. Her eyes were full, her lips trembling. "No," she whispered. "It was real. But..."

"But?" I asked, impatiently.

"But I... I'm not ready for this," she said, her voice breaking. "I feel guilty. Like I used you." I reached out to her cheek and wiped her tears away with my thumb. "Don't think that way," I said softly. "Nobody used anybody. We both had that moment, and it was beautiful." Yoko closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Maybe you're right," she said, her voice still shaky.

"I'm right," I said, smiling. "Now come here."

I took Yoko in my arms and hugged her tightly. Her body was still tense, but she slowly began to relax. I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, Yoko. I'm here. And I'll never judge you."

Yoko leaned her head against my chest. "Thank you, Faye," she murmured.

We stood in silence for a while, just feeling each other's warmth. Then Yoko raised her head and looked at me. The embarrassment in her eyes slowly gave way to a smile.