Professor F

Chapter 68

Things went back to normal between August and Flynn. She went back to her part time job and classes

while Flynn teaches minor subjects on another department.

She's not heard from Pierre since Thanksgiving. Just announcements about his band performing on

school events but he never went to the coffee shop or even contacted her about his tutoring.

She was looking at Gail who's behind the counter for a minute while holding the money Pierre paid in

advance. She's been planning on returning it—she thought about sending the money to his bank

account but she can't ask for that information from him. She also considered going to his building and

not telling Flynn about it.

But she feels guilty just thinking about not telling Flynn and she would feel bad if she'd mention Pierre's

name again to him. Besides, anything that you do in secret is considered cheating. If there's something

you don't want your partner to know about, you're already there.

She sighed as she walked towards Gail who was just chatting with another crew.

She faced her with a slight smile. "Are you ordering?"

"Uh—no, actually I just need to return this money." She pulls the bills from her pocket.

"You don't owe me anything."

"T—This isn't for you. It's for Pierre. He paid in advance for the classes but he's been busy and couldn't

attend our tutoring schedules so I'm hoping you could return this to him for me."

She takes the money after a few seconds looking at her. "Sure."

She was taken aback. She didn't expect she'd agree to it but grateful that she did. It's really

unexpected!

"Really? I mean, thank you."

Gail sighed as she looked down. "I also want to thank you."

She got confused. "For what?"

She puts the money on her pockets. "He's changed. I mean, yeah he's a happy go lucky kid but he's

been genuinely happy since you two started hanging out. I'd say he finally got the spark back after the

accident." Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She kept quiet, not sure if she should confirm about her knowing Pierre's past.

Gail smiled softly to her. "Relax. We're good. It's obvious that you know about Pierre's girlfriend and the

accident. He started playing the cello again. And he started talking to me about it, even the competition

he joined and that he played at your Thanksgiving concert."

She's more than surprised about all Gail told her. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Your boyfriend's waiting outside." She whispered and glancing outside the shop.

She follows her looking outside and she saw Flynn standing outside the coffee shop. She blushed

when Flynn smiled at her. "I have to go. J—Just send my regards to Pierre."

"Sure."

As always she would walk ahead while Flynn walks few meters behind her. It's sad that they can't walk

like other couples would in public but the fact that they make it work like this, their effort to still go home

together with just a few meter distance is still making her happy.

As soon as they reach the apartment building, Flynn stood behind her. And when the elevator doors

opened, she went inside and Flynn stood next to her. While the people in the elevators were busy with

their own thoughts, Flynn pulls his hand from his pant pockets and reached out to hold her hand in his.

In response, she crossed her fingers with his and he squeezes her hand in return.

The elevator ride seemed like forever and she could feel how much Flynn wanted to be alone with her

as soon as possible.

Upon reaching their floor, they allowed the other residents to go first and they went outside last, Flynn

still holding her hand.

"How's class?" He asked while they walk towards the hallway.

She smiled and hugged his arm. "I miss you."

He chuckled as he leaned to kiss her hair. "That's not the right answer but I'm more than happy to

accept it."

She smiled widely. It's Friday so she's on her rest day and she only have morning class. "How's your

class?"

He lets go of her hand as he puts the key to her apartment door and opened it for her. "Thinking about

you the whole time."

She grinned as her heart flutters. He closed the door behind them before he pulled her for a kiss. She

responded to his kiss as she wraps her arm around his shoulders.

He then carries her and sits on the couch while she gently widened her legs to straddle on his lap.

"Really?"

"Yes. And thinking about the Christmas holidays. Have you asked your parents yet?"

"Oh, I forgot. I'll call them tonight."

He kissed her forehead. "Alright. Why don't you call them now while I take a shower and prepare lunch,

okay?"

She nodded as she sits on the couch and Flynn stands up to go to the bathroom.

She dialed her mom's phone number and she answered after two rings. "Yes, sweetie? How are you?"

She rests her head on the couch, lying down and looking on the ceiling. "Good. Good. You?"

"Oh, I just finished cooking lunch. Did you eat lunch already?"

"Not yet. Flynn's cooking." She lied. She can't afford telling her that Flynn is actually taking a shower in

her place. "Where's dad?"

"He's in the garage, just tinkering things. No class?"

"Just got home from my class." She paused as she looked at the door to the bathroom. "Mom—" She

took a deep breath. "—I actually wanted to ask if we have any plans this Christmas holiday season?"

"Hmm, we didn't plan anything yet. We're thinking you may have some school stuff going on or

something."

"No. No school stuff but I did get an invitation."

"From Flynn?" She asked like it's expected.

"Wait. How'd you know? Did he ask you?"

"Oh, no, no!" She chuckled. "He's your boyfriend. It's expected. Besides, who else would invite you?

You never mentioned hanging out with a friend since you went to college."

"Right." She smiled. "He's inviting me to spend the holidays with his family and attend his niece's

birthday—well—technically it's his grandmother who asked me to—"

"You met his family?"

"Y—Yes. Is it too early to meet them?"

"I'm not saying that. You just didn't mention it. I'm just a little surprised."

"I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Anyway, I'll tell your father about your plans with Flynn. I'm okay with it. I think your father

would be okay with it, too. I'll tell him."

"Really? Thank you." She smiled.

"You're welcome."

"I miss you, Mom. Tell dad I miss him, too. Gotta go." She ended the call and Flynn came out of the

bathroom with a towel on his waist.

He walked towards her while drying his hair with a hand towel. He sits next to her. "Good news?"

She nodded and takes the towel from his hand to dry his hair. "Yes."

"Good." Flynn then hugged her waist and pulled her for a hug. His damp hair falling on his handsome

face. He lowered his face to give her a kiss. She kissed him back as he pushes her on the couch. She

heard him taking a deep breath and lowered his kiss to her neck as his knees parted her thighs to

place his lower hips between her legs.

She moaned when she felt his hardness against her damp panties. He looked at her. "You're okay with

Chinese take out?"

She grinned, understanding that he won't have enough time to cook and would rather spend the time

making love with her. She nodded. "Let me order—"

He stopped her from reaching for her phone. "I already did." He lifts her pink top and unfastens her bra

to free her breasts. He sucked on her hard nipples. "We have an hour."

Her breath trembles as he bites on her nipple. "You planned this. Sneaky.”