The Only Exception

CHAPTER 14

After another week of classes, Trey and I were no closer to getting our objectives done for our papers and needed to get working. He agreed to meet me in the corner where he first bothered me in the library. I was checking my email when I heard him plop down at the table.

“Miss Remy, how do you expect me to work on my assignment when you are wearing that shirt?”

I knew exactly what I was wearing, but I looked down anyways. It was a blue scoop neck shirt that showed a hint of what little of cleavage I had. I ran a pen along the collar of my shirt and looked at Trey. “Oh this shirt? I don’t think it’s that bad.”

He bit down at the corner of his lip, slowly shaking his head. “This is a library, Miss Remy, there is no room for flirting here.”

“I’m not flirting, Mr. Chapman, I’m trying to work on an assignment.” I put the pen down on the table and then pushed it off. “Whoopsies,” I said with a small grin.

I slowly got up, circling to the other side of the chair. Then I dipped down low, with my butt raised in the air and picked up the pen, slowly inching back up and throwing my hair back. I shot a grin in Trey’s direction. He was squirming in his seat. Some politician-in-training he was.

Our relationship had slowly been progressing, and when I was with him it became easier to push out the past. As long as we stayed away from his fraternity and the Kappa girls. Instead of seeing them we’d spend nights on the couch watching movies or kissing. He never pushed me to go any farther, but the more time I spent with Trey the more I fell for him.

“I guess I need to keep my hands steady,” I said in a low voice. “Maybe I should just check some reference books out over there behind that big book case.” I pointed to the stack of reference books behind us and nodded in their direction.

Slowly, I walked over, swaying my body ever so slightly and hoped he would get the hint and follow. Once I was at the other side of the bookshelf, I pressed my back along the books and waited. It was only a few seconds before I heard Trey’s slow, methodical steps approaching the shelf. I pulled the collar of his shirt as soon as I saw his feet, dragging him behind the shelf until he was flush against me.

“Do you suppose we could just absorb these reference books by osmosis, Miss Remy?” he said, putting his hands on either side of my waist.

“I just needed a little study break,” I whispered, running a finger down the buttons of his shirt.

“But, Miss Remy, we have barely started,” he said, teasing me and letting his lips hover just above mine.

“Mr. Chapman, I’m just trying to make the study process go a little smoother. This book case that keeps us hidden from the rest of the library should help,” I said with a coy smile and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

“Miss Remy, I wouldn’t want to start anything to affect your studies.” He ran his hand along the low collar of my shirt so delicately slow it made my whole body tremble. “Especially when you’re wearing such a nice outfit.”

I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed against him, kissing him hard. He moved his hands to my lower back, running his fingers up and down my spine. Slowly, I moved my hands from his neck and down to his shirt, unbuttoning each button. I wasn’t planning on having sex in the library, or sex at all for that matter, but I didn’t want the button marks that I usually had all over me from his shirts.

Once I got the last button undone I pulled him back to me. The material of his undershirt was so thin I could feel every ripple of his abs on my stomach. He really was a fine specimen of a man. His lips trailed down my neck and to my collarbone. I moaned softly when he nibbled at the sensitive skin above my chest.

He pulled his lips back up to my ear and whispered, “This is a library, Miss Remy.”

“Sorry, Mr. Chapman, it won’t happen again.”

He nipped at my ear lobe and then licked the same spot. “But I love it when it does.”

I gasped and then buried my face in his, trying to keep quiet but it was hard when my entire body was aching for him. It had been too long since I’d been with anyone. I hadn’t wanted to, but with Trey, it was all I wanted. He was all I wanted. I hadn’t had any flashbacks since the party and I thought I would possibly be ready to move on with my life.

“Trey Chapman, you make me crazy,” I whispered.

“And you love it,” he said placing a quick kiss where my neck met my shoulder and I squirmed, trying not to squeal.

“And I know how to make you crazy.” I pulled his lips to mine, acting like I was going to kiss him and then nibbled at his bottom lip, slowly and tenderly.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and I could feel him harden beneath his pants. Two could play at the teasing game. I let go of his lip, placing a soft kiss where my teeth had been.

“You’re too good at that,” he whispered, running his hands down my ribcage and landing at the bare skin where my shirt rode up slightly.

I froze. Trey’s hands usually stayed above my clothes, and this was the first time they had gone somewhere else. I sucked in a deep breath and hoped that he didn’t notice how loud my heart was beating in my chest. I thought he might continue his hand trailing, but his fingers stopped when a vibration jolted from my pocket, and Trey jumped against the other book shelf. Saved by the phone. I didn’t know what I would do if he would have tried to go farther. I thought I was ready. Maybe I was just fooling myself.

My mom’s face smiled back at me. I answered and put the phone to my ear. “Hey, ma.”

I glanced up at Trey who was busy buttoning his shirt.

“Hey, Monica! I hope you weren’t in class.”

“Ma, I wouldn’t have answered the phone if I were in class.”

She breathed into the phone, causing some static. “Oh, I guess that makes sense. I was just checking to see if it was still a go for us to come Saturday. I have the day off, but have to work until eleven on Friday, so we probably won’t be in until late morning.”

I almost forgot about my parents. I even planned it on a weekend that I knew Sam was going to be out of town, so they wouldn’t question my dreadlocked roommate. I just didn’t happen to mention it to Trey or actually tell my parents that I was seeing him.

“Yeah, that’s still fine.”

“Oh, good! I was going to make your favorite, lasagna.” She kept talking as I cradled the phone against my shoulder while I smoothed out my clothes and walked back to our table.

I sat and Trey took the seat across from me. I looked up at him and mouthed “Sorry it’s my mom.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded.

Shit. Mom stopped rambling. “Who was that, Mon?”

I didn’t think he was loud enough that she would hear him, but obviously I couldn’t get away with it now. I wasn’t that great of a liar. “Um, it’s no one.”

I glared at Trey.

“No one? That sounded like a boy?”

Trey smiled that charming smile that always made me melt before he leaned closer to the phone. “It’s Trey Chapman, Mrs. Remy.”

“Did he say Trey Chapman? Is that the governor’s son?” Mom asked, her voice getting higher with each question.

I mouthed to Trey “I’m going to kill you.” He just grinned. “Yes, Mom, it’s Trey Chapman. The governor’s son. He’s kind of my boyfriend and also kind of a pain in my ass.”

“Monica Louise Remy!” she squealed so loud I had to pull the phone back from my ear. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend! Especially one who is a celebrity.”

I groaned. “He’s not a celebrity, Ma. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to overreact.”

“Well, are we going to meet him on Saturday? Would he like to join us for lunch?” My mom’s voice was so loud that I had to slightly pull my ear back away from the phone.

“I’d love to meet you on Saturday, Mrs. Remy,” Trey said, still leaning over the table.

“Oh, this is wonderful, Monica! I haven’t met one of your boyfriends since high school!”

I rolled my eyes at Trey. I was going to have to kill him now. “Great, Ma. But, hey, we’re studying now, so I will call you later.”

“Oh, studying, I know what that’s code for. I’ll let you to have at it and see you Saturday!” She disconnected the call. I put my phone down, and threw a pen at Trey.

“You’re in so much trouble, sir!”

He took the pen hit and put his hands on the table, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. “Enough trouble that you’ll take me behind the bookcase again?”

I adjusted my shirt and made sure I wasn’t falling out anywhere. “You’re grounded from book cases, Mr. Chapman.”

He jutted out his bottom lip. “Oh, come on, Miss Remy.”

“You should put that lip away, because I will not be nibbling it,” I said with as straight of a face as I could manage.

He tucked his lip in, and his face grew serious. “Are you really that upset about me meeting your family? Are you embarrassed of me?”

I hesitated. “I’m not embarrassed of you, more of the situation. My parents are kind of blue-collar middle Americans that say whatever is on their mind. And my brother is the typical high school jock that has nothing to say unless it involves football.”

“Miss Remy, I’m practically a politician, they sound like my target audience.”

I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t politics. This is my family.”

He put his hands on mine and then brought my knuckles to his lips. “And if they’re your family, part of you, I’m sure I’ll love them.”