By late last evening, Harper was much calmer - all that self-exploration had relaxed her - and we were able to sit and cuddle on the sofa. She wanted to do the same this morning, so we’ve had a lazy day so far. I get to sit on her feet to keep them warm.
“Does this mean we’re all good now?” I asked her. She nodded and replied,
“Yes. But don’t think that means you’re totally forgiven yet. I meant what I said, my thighs are firmly closed to you this side of the new year and I’m still going to the party without you. I fully intend to explore my inner Hotwife”.
I’ll have to look up what she means.