Professor F

Chapter 11: Blame the Alcohol

Flynn's arms tightened around August’s waist after those words escaped her lips, as if she encouraged

the monster inside him.

He moved his face closer to hers and kissed her lips as his hands moved to her upper back, pulling her

and brushing her breasts against his broad chest. She moaned and in one swift motion he switched C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

their positions.

He pinned her down as his kiss deepens, his expert tongue exploring every depth and curve of her

mouth. She clasped her legs together when she felt his hardness on her soft stomach, feeling excited

of what they’re doing.

"I might not be able to stop now, August." He whispered, his breath is ragged.

"G—Go on."

He reaches for the hem of her shirt, lifted it enough to put his hand inside and fondled on her right

breast. She moaned as his hands moved the fabric of her bra to the side exposing her nipples under

her shirt. His thumb played with her rock hard nipples while still kissing her lips.

She can't believe the new sensation it brought inside her especially between her thighs. She started

making foreign noises underneath him, his lips never left hers as if he wanted to suck all the sweetness

inside her mouth.

She could hear him breathing heavily and his skin is so warm she could tell he's so turned on right now.

Shen opened her eyes when he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry. This is—" A

look of regret reflected in his eyes.

Her face went white and she suddenly felt embarrassed. She took a deep breath and sighed softly. "I—

I'm sorry." She pulled her shirt down while he sat beside her. "It must be the beer. It's—uhm—my first

time to drink alcohol. I wasn't thinking straight."

He remained quiet and his expression dark. "I'm sorry. Between the two of us, I should be the one to

take control of the situation." He reaches out and holds her hand in his. "I promise you. This won't

happen again."

She forced a smile. For some reason, she feels sad hearing his words. She thinks that Flynn probably

doesn't like her enough to go that far. Besides they both had alcohol in their system.

That's probably it! Blame it on the alcohol!

"Cool!" Was all August could say and she exaggeratedly widened her smile, hoping she could make

him believe that he didn't really crush her heart and that she's alright.

But he just stabbed it a million times and dumped it like shit! She cried inside.

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "You want another try for this game?" He handed one of his

controllers.

She nodded and took it from him. Her heart is crying and she could feel her eyes are next but she tried

her best not to even shed a tear.

She should have left him there but she wanted to spend more time with him because she knows with

what happened and what he said, she'll keep her distance. There's no point staying friends with him as

neighbors. It would only hurt her more.

It's for her own good. She'll have to focus with school and her job anyway. This thing between them is

just a memory, a short summer romance. Soon, she'll start accepting tutorials and she'd definitely have

more excuses to use just to avoid him.

"Yeah. Just last try for this game we play." She whispered, referring to the situation she got herself in

with her soon-to-be professor.

"What?" Flynn asked, looking at the screen as he pushes the buttons on his controller.

"Nothing! Let’s just keep playing!" She modulated her voice, sounding fired up for the video game.

He smiled widely while his eyes are on the screen continue playing.

••••••

August knew it was a terrible idea drinking another can of beer last night after she already emptied two.

Her head feels like cracking when she opened her eyes.

Her alarm keeps beeping as she reached for it. She'd set her alarm for her morning jog but she didn't

want to do it today because of a terrible headache!

And good thing it's her day off! It's a Saturday!

She looked at her phone screen only to realize that she received messages that morning and realized

they’re from Flynn.

She abruptly sits on her bed and regretted when she felt her head spinning.

When did we ever exchange phone numbers? Last night? Was it? Did I ask for it? I don't remember.

Did he?

He sent a text message saying he left a bottle of ibuprofen and bottled water last night at her bedside

table and to take one once she wakes up for the hangover. She looked at her bedside table and she

took his advice.

She wondered what happened last night. The last thing she remembered was that she asked for

another can of beer and was asking to play another game.

She opened another message from him saying...

I couldn't find your pajamas so I lend you my shirt and—

She went pale as she looked underneath her blanket. She's only wearing her black boy shorts and

sports bra underneath his white shirt.

Oh my God! She blushed at the thought. Now I have more reasons to avoid him!

Then an image flashed in her mind, Flynn’s handsome face close to hers, his soft lips kissing her

passionately and fondling her breasts while she moaned.

She can't finish the scene inside her head and all she did was cover her face with her hands.

"So stupid!" She holds her breasts as if checking if it felt weird after Flynn touched them last night and

she felt blood rushing on her face when she remembered vividly his hands and fingers fondling her

breasts. "He—Oh my God!”

She stepped out of bed despite feeling dizzy. She wants to take a shower not because she feels

regretful about what happened but because she felt her body heating up just by the thought of having

his lips on her skin again!

She screamed when she used the cold shower!

Damn you, alcohol! I'm never drinking you again! Especially not with my hot professor!