Chapter 79 Plot Twist

• An alarm went off particularly close to my head, and it took me a minute to get oriented. Part of my confusion came from the fact that the sound wasn't my usual alarm - it was my wife's. The other thing I noticed was that it was exceptionally warm on this pull-out couch. I opened my eyes to find my face buried in a mess of brown hair, which was odd because I'd been sleeping alone since my surgery - even stranger was that the hair was curly. My right arm was wrapped around her torso and my hand had found her boob in my sleep. I squeezed it appreciatively and idly noticed it seemed bigger than I remembered.
• My eyes shot open when I felt a body shift behind me, and with my senses now heightened with anxiety, I recognized my wife's distinctive footsteps walking away from the bed and toward the bathroom. It was another few seconds before I conquered my fear enough to move, and only then did I realize my hand was still gripping Amelié's chest through her shirt. I let go abruptly. Amelie was my wife's closest friend.
• The TV was still on, but nothing was playing. We must have all fallen asleep on the couch together after dinner. Nothing sexual had happened, but I felt a little guilty about groping Amelié. I probably owed her and my wife both an apology, but then again, I don't think they noticed anymore than I had in their sleep.