Loving Daisy

“This means nothing. Right? We’re friends. It changes nothing.”

“Nothing,” she whispered back, and my lips descended onto hers.

She was my best friend since birth. I didn't have a problem with the way things were. She was a constant in my life. Always there. No matter what. She then proposed an offer I was too weak to deny. The end goal of the arrangement? Rid her of her virginity.

Rule number one: be honest with each other.

Rule number two: we aren't exclusive.

Rule number three: we’re best friends no matter what.

Rule number four: absolutely no weirdness.

Those were the rules we laid out. Simple and to the point. I knew what the deal was, and I'd give her what she wanted. Even at the expense of her heart and mine.