Professor F

Chapter 76

After that encounter, August has not seen Flynn around the university, even at the cafe or at the

apartment while Pierre became their regular at the coffee shop and driving her home. But she noticed

Flynn's light on his terrace lights up every evening after she gets home from work.

She could tell that the people at the cafe also wondered but didn't dare asking her about why Flynn no

longer drops by since Pierre was always there.

They, however, started teasing them. "Hey, Pierre! Are you hitting on August or what?" Trevor asked.

Pierre didn't answer instead he would evade it by joking around. "Ask me that question again and I'll

send a complaint about your service here!"

"What? You can't do that!"

No one even dared to volunteer walking her home since Pierre was always so intimidating. But he

maintained his space around her, he never tried kissing her again. He seem to have decided on

maintaining the friendship they have. Although sometimes he'd say things that you'd usually tell your

special someone.

I miss you.

Take care.

I like your~

Each day she'd try to think about how good Pierre is to her but she ends up thinking about Flynn and

their memories together. It's clear how much she still loves him. She would also try to tell Pierre about

what she feels for him but he's always avoid the topic.

She sighed as she pulls the fabric of her shirt out of her pants and unbuttoned the top two buttons,

enough to expose her chest and feel comfortable.

It's an exhausting day in school and at the cafe since it's the last week of the semester. Students were

busy finishing up papers for them to enjoy their break.

Good thing she's finished hers before it's due and she's able to study for her tests, too. Although she

must admit her performance wasn't as good as before because of what happened. Her scholarship is

still doing good. She's been too busy she just realized time flies so fast, she didn't even realize it's been

months since he saw Flynn. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She lays down on the couch in the dark, still wearing her cafe uniform and socks when she saw Flynn's

terrace lights brighten up.

So he just got home, too? Did he go for a run? Dinner?

It's always like this. He always comes home but she never bumped into him. It's either he's avoiding

her or he's really got a busy schedule.

It's crazy. She survived her first year despite all that's happened. And once again, a memory visits her.

It's sad—how things ended.

What happened? We didn't even talk about it. I was scared. I think he is, too. It's for the best. We can't

be in a relationship in the first place.

She rests her right arm over her eyes as she cried. I miss him.

With her thoughts and tears, she felt her eyelids going heavy and sleep finally consumed her.

••••••

"Flynn..." August uttered his name and slowly opened her eyes.

"August? Are you okay?" That familiar warm voice sounded like August's alarm to finally wake up.

In the dark, she could see Flynn's worried face hovering over her as he kneels on the floor next to her

couch. She sits abruptly, covering her mouth.

"W—What?! What are you doing here?"

Did he hear me call for his name while sleeping?

She struggled to reach the lamp beside her couch and turn it on but Flynn did it first before he calmly

bends his right knee back on the floor.

He looked away, blushing as he fixes his glasses. "I was worried."

She gasped but didn't look at him. She kept quiet and realized she gave him the spare key that he

never returned to her.

Is he here to return it?

"I—I'm alright." Why would you worry about me?

She wanted to hit herself. She has questions but her mouth says totally different things.

He didn't answer instead he reached out and cupped her face in his hands to face him. His thumbs

wiping her wet cheeks as she looked into his eyes.

I love him.

I still do.

With only the light coming from her lamp by the couch, his handsome, calm face showed no emotion.

He's not giving away anything at all. And it hurts her that he seemed fine while she's trying her best to

be alright.

But above all, she's scared to know his thoughts. Scared to know the truth about him and Eunice.

While her mind is scared, her heart remembers the moments they spent together.

So what? He brought you at his own place, lets you meet his friends and family and you feel special?

You think your story would end up like those fairytales you enjoyed when you're a kid?

The magic vanished on Christmas eve.

This is the harsh reality. Your reality.

This is where two young adults use their body to talk.

They both crossed the remaining distance between them and shared a kiss. His hands were fast to

grab the back of her head and pulled her closer while she snaked her arms around his neck.

Is this how much I miss him? How much my body aches for his touch?

She moaned when his tongue played with hers as he rubbed his chest against her breasts. She

gasped when his mouth left hers and nibbled the skin on her neck while his hands expertly unbuttons

her shirt and fondled her breasts.

"Haaa. Ah." She curved her back when he sucked her right nipple while his hand twisted the other.

Her hands grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head. She then lowered her face to

suck his nipple. He groaned in pleasure as he holds her shoulders, pushing her back on the couch and

pulling her pants down.

Their ragged breaths echoing inside the four corners of her apartment as she watched him moving

between her legs. With his pants still on, he rubbed his hard cock against her soaked cotton panties.

She moved with his rhythm while brushing her hard nipples against his chest.

He then pulled her panties down before he pulls out his cock. She took a deep breath when she felt

him on her wet entrance, rubbing and lubricating his hardness.

He groaned as he buried his face on her neck, his breathing short and rough. And in one swift motion,

he shoved his rock hard shaft inside her, deep and hard while he puts his hands on the arm rest, just

above her head as he pounds inside her harder.

She suppressed her moans by biting her lower lips as she watched his cock coming in and out of her

folds, making those hot fucking sounds as he slams his hips between her legs.

She grabbed on the couch when she felt him twitching inside her, turning her on that she felt that

familiar tingling feeling inside her.

I'm coming.

And she could tell that he's reaching his climax, too. His right hand holds her left leg up his shoulders

as he thrusts harder and faster.

And when she finally reached her peak, he withdraws his cock and released his cum on her soft

stomach as he groaned long and hard. "Fuck."

They were both breathless and exhausted. She looked away when he started to dress up quietly. She

grabbed her clothes and wiped his semen on her stomach.

And without a word, Flynn left her.

She hugged her clothes to her chest as she cried silently. With what happened, she can only blame

herself. She's not drunk or intoxicated. It was consensual. Her body craved for it.

It was her choice to fuck him and allowed him to just leave without saying a word.

But why is she in tears? Because despite how their body felt so good with sex, it didn't heal her

wounded feelings and heart. And worst, she can't bring herself to hate him.

In fact, I just confirmed that I love him more despite what happened.

It's true that when you love someone, you'd love them with their imperfections.