The Space Between
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Three: Cameron's POV
At first I was afraid he would want a relationship. I would never want to hurt him, but I wasn't in the right place for a relationship.
He was the one who suggested that there shouldn't be strings attached. I couldn't even communicate how great a relief that was. There was no need to tell him, though, because our relationship wasn't based on communication. It was based on one thing and one thing alone-sex.
There has never been a point in my life before now in which I have behaved like a slut. In high school and college I was a prude. Later, while my friends were embarking upon sexcapades, seriously dating, and subsequently settling down, I was a widow.
I was in my early twenties, and I was a widow.
Then I fell in love with my boss. I knew it was wrong, and I knew it was twisted, but I was giddy over him. Beyond that tough exterior, I could see the vulnerable, brilliant man.
I was foolish to think we could have any type of relationship. There is a huge age gap, his ex whom he was still in love with had returned, etc.
It just wasn't meant to be.
But I still longed for him. I wanted House with every fiber of my being. He became the sought after prize I could never have. He would always be just out of my reach.
I guess I was making up for those wasted teenage years in which I never even had a crush on a teacher.
Then there was Chase. He's a like a puppy dog.
He's the antithesis of House. He's always clean shaven, has delicate features, and he's so mellow I often wonder if he really cares about anything.
He was just there, waiting to be used, and that is exactly what I've been doing.
Using him.
I feel just awful. The guilt is overwhelming. He feels guilty, too, but I have no clue why. I'll never quite understand that "Catholic Guilt" thing.
Once House wakes up from the coma, I'll end it once and for all.
Once summer is over, I'll end it. Cut him off.
Who am I kidding?