Professor F novel Chapter 28

Flynn sighed again as he fixed his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose, that mannerism he makes when he feels uncomfortable or uneasy. But he's not aware that it only makes him look smarter and sexier in August’s eyes.

"I told him I'll bring you with me." He explained briefly.

"But what does he mean about Stella talking about me?"

Francis interrupted. "I'll explain that. Sorry, Augustine. Augustine, right?" She nodded, amazed of his British accent and how he resembles some features of Flynn, his brownish black hair and green eyes. But Flynn is taller than Francis. "His sister Stella couldn't stop talking about you after—"

"It was a mistake to even mention you to Stella." Flynn interrupted and sighed. "Really. I'm sorry, August."

"And then she said she met you." Francis couldn't contain his chuckle remembering something. He looked friendlier than his cousins Stella and Flynn who were both intimidating. “That thing about Stella pretending as Flynn's girlfriend wasn't a secret in the family. Because my dear cousin here, Flynn flew back to London to give his sister some scolding. It was so hilarious that we all got curious who you were. We hired—"

"Alright, that's it. Why are you here, Francis?" Flynn interrupted in an authoritative voice, it's obvious that he's being serious and starting to get upset.

I still wonder why Stella is so protective of Flynn. August thought to herself. To the point of pretending as Flynn’s girlfriend.

Francis looked uncomfortable with Flynn's changed behavior and tried to laugh it off. "I'm just here to bring this and hopefully leave with you two for the site visit?"

Flynn took the portfolio that Francis handed and started browsing it. "And how do you wish to wait? It's not even lunch yet."

"We can have lunch before going to the site." Francis suggested. "I know a restaurant along the way."

Flynn sighed. ”Fine. You could wait in my room."

She was quiet while the guys talked. Francis smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, Augustine. I'll go ahead." Francis left them and went straight to Flynn's hotel room.

The door closed before Flynn faced her. "We'll leave in three hours. You can continue to rest and prepare afterwards. I'll knock once we're leaving."

She agreed but still has questions in her head. Who exactly is Flynn Ferguson to his family? Why does it seem like it's a big deal to them that he's dating, that he's dating her? And what else do they know about me?

Flynn leaned forward and kissed her forehead. And all her questions disappeared. It's as if she doesn't care who or what he is. All that matters is she cares for him because she likes him.

She loves him, actually.

She went inside when that realization hits her. She leaned her back to the closed door. "Love him? I wonder if he feels the same when he never said those words."

Would it be safe for my heart to just take his actions as a way of him saying that he loves me? Do actions really speak louder than words?

Or would actions speak loudest with words?

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A knock on the door and August was on her feet, she grabs her phone and keys then went straight to the door. She felt nervous facing Flynn wearing another loose shirt tucked in her black jeans. All she brought with her are loose shirts to comfortably move around while visiting the site. Learning that Flynn has a thing with it, she decided to wear his green university hoodie again.

She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before opening the door. And he immediately raised his left eyebrow looking at her wearing his hoodie.

"I hope I'm guessing the right clothes you're wearing under my hoodie."

She forced a smile. "You've guessed right."

"You can't wear that university hoodie, August." He said as he clears his throat. "Francis went ahead to get his car and drive us so we still have time to change.” He glances at his watch. “You didn't bring any other clothes?"

She sighed. There's no point lying to him. She pulled his hoodie over her head and part of her shirt lifted, exposing her soft and smooth stomach. She was about to put the hoodie back inside the room when Flynn pushed her inside and kissed her lips.

His arm immediately hugged her small waist and his right hand caressed her left breast. His breath was ragged as his mouth devoured her soft mouth. She could feel that he's feeling excited as he squeezed her breasts harder and his mouth sucked her tongue.

He pushed his hard lean body against hers and she felt his hardness between her thighs, she moaned. "F—Flynn."

He stopped moving, rested his chin on her shoulders as he sighed roughly, his voice hoarse. "I think it'll be fine. You'll be wearing a vest and helmet at the site, anyway."

"I'm sorry. I didn't bring any other clothes. I didn't know you had a thing with loose shirts, well, I don't really know so much about you." She whispered as she looks away, avoiding eye contact, hoping he won't notice the pain she feels about that fact.

He was quiet and she could feel him staring at her for a few minutes before he sighed. "What do you want to know? Exactly?"

"Everything."

He looked away and it pained her even more to see the hesitation on his face. "I don't think it's the right time."

"When do you think is the right time?" Her voice broke. She's starting to get emotional because she knows she's fallen in love with him. But then it hit her, it doesn't matter. She loves him anyway, regardless of who or what he is. ”Never mind. I…” She bites her lower lip, she almost confessed her feelings. "I can wait."

He hugged her tight and kissed her hair. "Thank you, August.”