Professor F novel Chapter 22

"I'm sorry." Flynn whispered, not minding their nakedness and hugged her close to his chest and kissing her hair.

She hugged him back as he slowly guides her to lay beside him in bed under his blanket. She rests her head on his chest while he brushes her hair with his fingers.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

She took a deep breath. "I didn't think it would be necessary."

He kissed her hair. "I'm just surprised. Most teenagers engage in sexual activities as early as fourteen."

"Well, I guess I'm not your typical teenager. I'm probably learning French when I was fourteen."

He chuckled on his throat. “Well, I'm glad you're learning the French language and not French kiss." His hand continued to rub her back. "So, what do you think?“

"About what?” She asked.

"About meeting your parents." He answered.

She thought he was teasing her again. "Stop teasing me."

"I'm serious, August. I want to meet them. If you don't like people seeing us in public because I'm your professor, let me at least meet your parents, the people who matter to you most."

“That’s… I'm not sure if they'll be okay with it. And how would I explain it?”

"We're not going to lie to them. Tell them I'm your professor and I'm going to tell them that I'm interested with their daughter."

"Introducing you as my professor sounded like you're twenty years older than I am. It's weird." She snorted.

He chuckled. "But I'm just four years older than you. I'm just twenty-two. I just happen to be this smart and got my PhD at nineteen."

"What?!"

"I'm not sure which part of what I said you're so surprised about." He laughs at her with an amused look on his face.

"You got your PhD at nineteen?! What are you?" She looks at him while covering her naked chest with the blanket.

"I'm a very smart professor, dating his pretty student who's laying naked in his bed." He teased as he hugs her small waist and hovered his body as she lays underneath him. "I'll meet your parents. And you'll meet mine."

"They're in town?"

He kissed her lips, as if he couldn't help himself and just wanted to do it. "No." He answered between their kiss. "But we're flying to London."

"What?!" She pushed him back to stop kissing him. "I still have classes. We both actually do! We just started the semester."

"Oh! You probably don't know about the school festival."

"What festival?"

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