Lie

Dawn breaks at six AM through my curtain-less window. I rub the sleep from my eyes and immediately my mind jumps to him. We had been texting incessently since late morning yesterday and I couldn't recall saying goodnight - I must have fallen asleep mid-conversation. I immediately reach for my phone to find it, callously strewn in the middle of my bedroom floor. 'Two new messages', it reads. 
   "I'd like to do that with you, too" says the first; the second assumes correctly that I had fallen asleep and is ended with three kisses. 
I smile involuntarily and am about to send my apology when I note the time - 06:07 AM - so decide against it. Instead, I roll over so that I am lying facing the wall and scroll through the many messages exchanged between us yesterday. I stop for a moment to consider my feelings - I'm not supposed to like him, I remind myself. I'm doing this to get closer to her. Thinking of her once more, my head spins as I picture her golden skin, taut thighs and soft touch. I am reassured in the knowledge that the first phase of my plan has gone wihout a hitch. My phone vibrates in my hand; Isobel. 
   "Why did you text Mark's number to your phone?"
And I remember the night before last on the train. I meant to delete the message from her sentbox, but we were underground so the message was pending, and hadn't yet appeared in her sent items; then we were at our stop so I hadn't any time to think before waking her and getting off the train. Obstacle one in my plan. Solution - lie through my teeth, or phone to be more specific.