Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn't have happened.
We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him but not by me. I didn't forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn't mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line.
The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date when everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn't have happened because he was dating my best friend, Candice. That struck me dead in the gut.
I should have known that our promises were long forgotten. He took my innocence and told me it shouldn't have happened. That hurts, but nothing hurts more than learning you're pregnant with your best friend's child and you can't tell him because he is in love with your friend.
"Hi! My name is Lola."He grinned.
"My name is Dante."
"May I join you in a game?"
"How old are you?"I gave him a puppy-dog expression.
"You're so adorable when you do that,"he observed.
"I am nine years old."
"Well. I'm a sixteen-year-old; do you wish to play with your older brother?"I gave a nod.
Just like that, I started playing with a 16-year-old. I was his little sister, and he was my big brother. We grew up to be best friends. Everything was shared. We continue to share a bed to this day.
