Trapped

Chapter Fifteen: Troubled Waters

She loves him. She knows that now. She had denied it for years as they spent every hour of every day together for months at a time as friends. But now, as she watches him sleep beside her in her bed, she knows it. She loves him.
Her finger lightly brushes his dark eyelashes, admiring their beauty. She has always loved them. A lot of people make fun of him for it, accusing him of wearing makeup. Absurd. They should know it's natural beauty.
She watches with amazement as they flutter before opening, revealing his beautiful dark brown eyes. His lips stretch into her favorite lopsided smile that makes her heart flutter.
"You watching me sleep?" he asks, his voice still deep with sleep.
"Yes. You're quite breathtaking." she says, no longer hiding her feelings for him. He chuckles, placing a hand on her cheek and pulling her face down to meet his lips.
"Good morning, babe." he whispers against her lips. She hums in pleasure.
"Morning, Carbs."
"Time to get up." she says, crawling on top of him. She sits on his waist, playing with the hairs on his chest.
"I think I would rather stay here with you." he says, rubbing up and down her arms. She giggles and rolls off of him and stands up. She is wearing one of Nestor's shirts that is so long on her that it covers her boxer shorts. She looks back at him, her hair perfectly messy.
"You coming?" she asks, standing up. He slides out of bed and stands next to her, fingering his shirt on her body.
"I like my shirts better when they're on you." he says with a smile.
"Yeah? I like them better when you're not wearing them. So I guess it works out." she says, kissing his lips.
"You can't be all over me today. I think people are getting suspicious." she says, running a hand through his hair. He smiles as he stares into her eyes.
"Right, of course. Today, you do you and I do me. And tonight, we do each other." he suggests cheekily. She laughs and pushes his chest gently before getting up.
They get ready together, going through their normal routine of showering and eating breakfast together and then walking together to set. Filming with Vera had always been something that Nestor looked forward to. He loved joking around with his best friend.
"Can't keep your eyes off of her, eh?"
Nestor jumps as Freddie appears behind him. He turns around and puts on a confused face.
"Oh come on. You two can't seriously think that I don't know. I live in the trailer next to Vera's and the walls are thin." he whispers. Nestor blushes and Freddie smiles, enjoying his embarrassment. Nestor is not one to be embarrassed. So he decided to have fun with this.
"Dont you two ever get tired? I mean it's all night, every night. Oh Nestor!" he mimics in a girly voice. Nestor quickly clamps a hand around his mouth and pushes him into the nearest storage closet.
"Could you quiet down? You want the whole world to hear you?" Nestor asks.
"Funny, that's my thought every night." Freddie says, smiling. "Nestor, oh. Harder!" he mimics again. Nestor pushes him back against the wall gently.
"Okay, just to set the record straight, Vera and I have not had sex yet. But could you please, please not tell anyone about us?" Nestor begs of the young boy.
"Yeah. Your secret is safe. I was just having fun with you. I'm actually happy for you. I'm only surprised it took this long." Freddie says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Before Nestor could say anything else, the door opens and Vera stares at them with confusion. Nestor looks at Freddie, still pushing him against the wall. He quickly steps away and both men straightening their clothes.
"Are...you two finished? Because I need a towel." she says with a smirk. Freddie hands her a towel and she thanks him before shutting the door again, the boys still inside. Nestor looks at Freddie before quickly walking out again.
After filming is over, Nestor finds Vera outside in the rain, her eyes closed as she looks to the sky, letting the rain soak her. He looks around before running out there.
"V, what're you doing?" he asks. She opens her eyes and smiles at him.
"Enjoying the nice weather." she says. He chuckles and looks at the trailer.
"Can we go inside?" he asks. She nods and walks to the trailer with him. As soon as the door is closed, Nestor locks it and pushes Vera against the door, kissing her. He takes off her wet coat, tossing it to the ground and then going for her dress.
"I've been thinking about you. All day." he whispers against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Wha...what are we doing?" she whispers. He ignores her question, kissing down her neck and exposed chest as he fumbles with the buttons on her dress.
"Nes-"
She pushes him away, grabbing her coat and holding it to her chest. He looks at her with a mix of hurt and confusion.
"Vera what do you mean?"
"Are we...are you using me for...?" she asks.
"I'm not mad I just...would like to know before I catch feelings. Is what we have here just physical?" she asks.
"Vera I would never use you. For anything. It's not just physical and you know that so what is this really about?" he asks.
"You're married! You're married dammit! And you're messing around with me. Are you sleeping with her?" she asks. It was a dumb question, she knows but she couldn't help it.
"She is my wife-"
"I know. I just...I can't do this anymore. I need you to choose." she says.
"Choose?" he asks.
"Yes. You can't have us both. Either you divorce her or you stop sleeping with me. Because I won't be the other woman, Nestor." she says sternly. There is a long pause and Nestor looks like he might break down and cry right then and there.
"Is it because I won't put out? You won't leave her because she has sex with you and I don't?" she asks, feeling self conscious.
"Vera-"
He didn't have to say anything else. The tone he used and the way he said her name told her everything she needed to know. Her eyes burned as tears ran down her cheeks. Her facial expression however, remained strong.
"Okay. Then I need you to leave, please." she says calmly. Nestor can't keep his emotions at bay any longer. The tears ran down his cheeks and he didn't try to hide them. He needed her to know how hard this decision is for him.
"It isn't that easy Vera. I can't just divorce my wife. I made vows-"
"You broke those vows. You need to tell her." Vera says.
"Vera-"
"Stop saying my name. This decision wouldn't be hard for me. I love you Nestor. And I would do anything to be with you. But I'm not good enough. I get that." she says. She takes a pause, trying to sort through her jumbled and messy thoughts.
"Right now, I need you to get the hell away from me." she says, wiping her tears away. He steps toward her, wanting nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her tears away.
But just as he reaches her, she opens the door behind her, gesturing toward it. He looks at her with sad eyes, wanting her to laugh it off, telling him that he is being pranked. But she doesn't.
"Vera please." he whispers, reaching for her.
"Don't touch me. Get out." she says angrily. He has never seen her so angry with him before. Honestly it frightened him.
"Go!" she shouts. He quickly steps out of her trailer, wincing as it slams shut behind him. Max and Freddie, who had both been standing outside of Freddie's trailer talking, stopped and looked at him.
Nestor stares at them with red, teary eyes. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and walks past them toward the woods.
"Woah, Nestor! Wait!" Max calls out, both boys chasing after Nestor.
"What happened?" Freddie asks.
Nestor shakes his head, not being able to talk due to the lump in his throat. He rubs his mouth with his hand, trying to clear his throat as they continue to walk into the woods. Nestor stops and turns to them.
"One of you...should go check on Vera." he manages to choke out, his voice cracking when he says her name. Max looks at Freddie who nods and runs off back to her trailer.
"What's going on man?" Max asks, clapping his back. Nestor takes a deep breath before deciding to confide in his friend.
"My life has gone to shit and I don't know how to stop it or how to fix it. And the worst part is, I hurt Vera in the process."