I did go, in the end. My husband went to sleep at a reasonable hour. I’d been watching something on my computer and went downstairs to finish it. Pretended to try to go to bed, but left when I heard him snoring.
I continued to watch stuff; the husband came down to see what I was up to. He went back to bed. A half an hour later I was out the door. E had rearranged his minivan into a camping car.
I spent an hour with him.
The awful thing was getting back into bed with my husband; there was no way I could explain a shower at 2am, so I smelled of my lover.
What am I doing…