It's definitely not cheating if he only tells a little white lie.

It really isn't cheating to tell one simple little lie. It's harmless.

But what he had in mind was not.

...

No. I made it a little ways down -- maybe five minutes before I started sliding. I pulled over and I'm kinda camped out, hoping they get everything under control before I try making my way again.

...Well be careful. Are you off the road far?

Only enough not to get hit by the scrapers. Hopefully I'll be home tomorrow.

...No kidding. I knew I should have canceled work tomorrow and come. I'm so sorry.

Don't be. We'd both be stuck here, then.

...Yeah. But I'd be...you know. Stuck with you, at least.

*He felt a twinge of guilt.* Yeah. I wish you were here. Could use a cuddle-buddy.

...Hey, if you can at least make the trek back to campus, they'll maybe let you stay in the reception area or something. You should try tomorrow if it's still really bad.

I'll see.

...Okay. I love you. Call me if you need anything. I love you.

Two 'I love you's'? Dang, you must really think I'm going to die.

...I just love you a lot. Please be safe.

*He felt a large twinge of guilt.*

I love you, too. You be safe tomorrow.

...They always get my roads first. I'm just worried about you.

Don't be. I gotta go. Wanna save battery.

...Okay. Bye.

*Click*

He felt sick. He had just intentionally lied to his girlfriend to cover his tracks of him trying to seduce her sister.

'Well, you're in this deep now. Might as well see it through.' He thought to himself. He was even sick of the voice in his head.

He opened the door and Stephanie was now in her bed, curled up in her covers.

"Hey." She said, turning to him. "So, um...I guess the massage'll wait. I got really, uh, tired. I feel like we should just lay down."

He accepted his fate. "Yeah, I'm feeling tired, too."

He laid down in bed, stripping his shirt and curling up in the covers she laid out. The comforter worked as his bed while her spare sheet set worked as his covers. It was cold -- but better than being in his car. He needed the cold, too. He needed to calm down.

Or...

"Hey." She said, after a few minutes. "Are you awake?"

"No, I'm asleep. Call back in the morning." He retorted dryly. He had just calmed down.

"Oh. Sorry."

"Yes, I'm awake. What's up?"

She was silent for a few seconds. "I...I have to admit something."

"Go ahead. I don't think I'll judge you for anything." He said. 'Especially considering what I intended to do to you if you'd stayed on the ground.' He thought.

"I listened to your conversation. I know it was wrong but I had an idea of who it was. That was Kaitlyn, right?"

He froze. He had been caught and exposed -- he was fucking dumb. She didn't think any of that was sexual. He had just ruined his relationship over a fucking back rub.

"Yes." He admitted. "It was Kaitlyn."

"And you lied to her about being in your car, right?"

He started writing his obituary in his mind. "Um...yes."

"Can I admit my thing now?"

Oh fuck. He was dead on arrival.

"I think you're very attractive, Tyler."

Oh.

"U-uh--" He didn't know how to respond.

"And, like...I mean very attractive. Kaitlyn didn't lie when she said all of those things about you. If you're not a total liar, your personality is just as attractive as...well, you. And that bothers me."

He was silent, letting her vent.

"You're dating my sister. But I can't feel l-like, you know...um, like there was something happening before she called. D-did you..."

He felt himself stir.

"Did you want to fool around?"

He couldn't lie to her now. "Look, this has been such a weird day, okay? I didn't intend for any of this. I didn't plan this ahead of time. I didn't intend on really staying that long -- I genuinely wanted to help you. And...as we worked together, I genuinely felt...attracted. You're both different and the same as Kaitlyn. So it's hard for me to not...feel some of the same emotions when I talk to you."

"Look. Let's just...go back to talking. There's nothing wrong with talking. And...if...if those urges...I mean, I can't see you from up here. It's fine if you have to...express them. I understand how you feel. I understand if you wanted to fool around because I...um...I kinda wanted to, too."

Rock hard.

"Who's question is it?" He asked.

"I have no idea." She responded.

"Then it's mine. Let's just...talk."

"Okay."