I hadn’t realised before but when I’d tossed my glass in the air, it’d landed on Gabriel and now the juice was all over him.
Well, more specifically, all over his crotch.
And thanks to the colour of the juice and his light-coloured shorts, it looked like he’d had an ‘accident’.
‘Shit!’ I said, grabbing a thick white serviette and launching at him to mop it up. ‘I’m so sorry!’ I said, rubbing the serviette over the wet patch.
‘At least offer to buy me dinner first!’ Gabriel laughed.
‘What?’ I looked up at him to see him smirking. Gabriel gestured between his legs and when I saw where my hand was resting, my eyes popped. ‘Oh, fuck!’ I sprang back. ‘I didn’t mean to… I was just trying to…’
‘Last night you told me that you were not interested in me romantically but now you are rubbing my dick on our second date?’ Gabriel raised an eyebrow.
‘I didn’t realise I… I…’ I stuttered as embarrassment washed over me.
My eyes met his and seconds later we burst out laughing.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I was so focused on trying to mop up the mess I didn’t even think about how inappropriate it would be.
‘Please don’t report me for sexual harassment,’ I pleaded.
‘Hmmm.’ He narrowed his eyes whilst a playful smile tugged at his lips. ‘I will think about it.’
‘I promise it won’t happen again.’
‘C’est dommage,’ he said.
‘What does that mean?’ I frowned.
‘Would you like any more food or should we start packing everything away?’ Gabriel replied, avoiding answering my question. I wished I’d paid more attention in French lessons at school so I could understand what he’d said.
‘I’m stuffed! Let’s pack everything away. Do you want to try and sort out…thatin the toilets first?’ I gestured to his shorts.
‘It is not important,’ he shrugged. ‘I do not think water will be able to get this out and if I try, it will make it worse.’
‘I’m so, so sorry! And to think I was worried about you getting grass stains on your shorts and I ended up tipping orange juice all over them! Let’s find a shop and I’ll buy you another pair.’
‘Do not worry. Let us tidy up.’
‘Okay.’
Once I’d thrown away the rubbish and Gabriel had packed away the plates, he stood up and shook off the blanket. My gaze dropped between his legs again where the orange juice had left a very noticeable stain.
‘You all finished?’ Sammie came over to us.
‘Oui,’ Gabriel confirmed.
Sammie went to take the basket from him and then she stopped abruptly. When I followed her gaze, her eyes were fixed on Gabriel’s crotch.
‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘You er… did you have a little er…accident? The toilets aren’t far if you?—’
‘I spilt orange juice on his lap!’ I jumped in, keen to set the record straight. ‘There was a wasp and I got flustered and dropped my glass.’
‘Ohhhh!’ Sammie said, as understanding washed over her. ‘I thought that maybe you’d?—’
‘Pissed my pants?’ Gabriel cocked an eyebrow.
‘Er, yeah,’ Sammie said sheepishly. ‘It’d be nothing to be ashamed of if you had. Incontinence is quite common. One of my friends said her bladder hasn’t been the same since she had kids. She can’t cough or laugh without a bit of wee dribble leaking out.’
