Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Inevitable Withdrawal Part 2

A/N- If you didn't see the teaser from last chapter go check it out! It has the texts referenced in this chapter.

Cameron POV

I ignore Nash's texts all day, when he texted me that he was spending the night at the hotel I almost got up from my bed and went to him. I somehow managed to resist the almost overwhelming desire to be with him, but I thought back on how easy it was for him to ignore me and pretend I didn't exist unless he needed something from me. How he purposefully brought his wife into the office so that I could see them, and how he ignored my message from last week.

Being with him clouded my judgment, I see now that it's for the best that we aren't together. There's no future for us, he's a Senator, a Republican at that, there's no way he'd ever leave his wife. I had set myself up for heartbreak and I have no one to blame but myself.

Nash doesn't text me again I guess he fell asleep and it takes me a few hours but I fall asleep around midnight.

I wake up mid Sunday and I'm kind of happy that I slept in some. I check my phone, no new messages. It may seem hypocritical but I'm kind of upset that he didn't text or try to call again. He has to be home by now, back with his picture perfect wife.

I don't get out of bed, I just bury my head in the pillow and cry. I think I've finally come to terms that we are definitely over. It hits me like a ton of bricks. I soak my pillow with tears as I sob into my pillow, I try to keep it low so my roommates don't hear me. I'm sure they'd love to gossip about me, about why I'm crying but I don't give them that chance.

I'm startled when the bed shifts and I feel someone touch my shoulder. I lift my face from the pillow and I'm shocked to see Nash. He's looking at me sadly, I can see the pain in his eyes. He lifts a shaky hand to my face and wipes the tears from my cheek tenderly.

We look at each other, I never imagined he would come to my dingy, ghetto apartment. He's wearing a Harvard t-shirt and jeans, his hair falls over his eyes, it's not perfectly styled like it usually is but he still manages to look so out of place.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm such a fucking failure," he tells me, his voice sounds thick like he's on the verge of tears. I've never seen Nash like this, he always looks so well put together. His emotions are always in check, I've never seen him cry. He's never called himself a failure, not in front of me at least.

I'm speechless, there's so much I want to say but nothing comes out. I'm sure that I look horrible, my eyes are probably swollen, red and crusty, I'm sure my nose is probably irritated.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Cam. How could I ever have thought I could live without you? I'm such an idiot," he says softly, he strokes my cheek gently as I sniffle, the flow of tears has stopped.

Tears start to fall from his eyes, I'm shocked. I can't believe it, I've never seen any other emotion except lust on Nash's face before. He's always cold, even to his wife.

He looks so vulnerable right now and I can't stop myself when I wrap my arms around him and pull him down beside me. He slides under the covers and buries his face in my neck, his arms are so tight around me, like he never wants to let me go.

His body shakes as he cries silently and my fingers go to his hair, I run my hands through it gently and I press soft kisses on top of his head.

His body stops moving after a while but he still maintains his tight grip on me. He lifts his head and I look into the eyes that I love so dearly.

"I love you too," he says after a while and my heart feels like it might explode out of my chest. "I've loved you for a long time. But I always put everything else ahead of you. I thought we could have never had it all, I had my career, my wife and I didn't realize that all of that meant nothing without you. Until I didn't have you."