‘Wee dribble?’ I stifled a grin. ‘Never heard it calledthatbefore.’
‘I don’t think it’s a technical term,’ Sammie smiled. ‘All I’m saying is, my friend’s never without her special pads. I think they do them for men too. I could get some for you if?—’
‘That is very kind of you, Sammie,’ Gabriel interrupted. ‘But I do not need them. It really is just orange juice.’
‘Oh, okay. Sure! Sorry! Well, then I’ll just take this from you.’ She picked up the picnic basket. ‘And, er, if you need anything, like a fresh blanket to wrap around you or to go back to the hotel to change, just shout and we’ll get it sorted!’
‘Merci,’ he nodded as Sammie walked away quickly.
Poor Gabriel must’ve been mortified by that conversation. I knew I would’ve been. Sammie was right though. My bladder wasn’t the same after having Ricky.
‘Let us go,’ Gabriel said.
As we walked, more and more people stared at the stain, but somehow Gabriel seemed oblivious.
‘Are you sure you don’t want something to cover it up?’
‘Laila.’ Gabriel turned to face me and rested his hands on my shoulders. The sensation sent a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. ‘Please do not worry. I really do not care what anyone else thinks. If they want to believe that I peed my pants, let them. When we leave the park, maybe I will buy a new pair of shorts or maybe I will not.’ He shrugged.
Wow.
Gabriel really didn’t care about other people’s opinions. I wished I was half as confident as he was. If the roles were reversed, I’d probably spend hours in the loo scrubbing at my dress or I’d wrap myself in the picnic blanket and find the quickest way back to the hotel which involved seeing the minimum amount of people.
‘Fair enough,’ I said.
‘And it is not all bad.’
‘No?’
‘I have never had so many people staring at my dick,’ he grinned.
‘I find that hard to believe,’ I blurted out.
‘Why? Have you been looking, Laila?’ The corner of his mouth twitched.
‘No! Of course not!’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t mean…’
‘No?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Then what did you mean?’
‘I just meant that… I’m sure that you get a lot of attention. From women. And probably from men too.’
‘Why would you think that?’ He tilted his head playfully.
God, this was awkward.
How did I get myself into this conversation and most importantly, how could I get myself out of it?
‘Because you’re… because of allthis.’ I gestured to his face and body.
‘This?’ He frowned. ‘What isthis?’
‘Oh, come on.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘You’re a smart man. You know what I mean.’
‘So you think I am smart? And that I have allthis.’He mimicked my gesture of signalling his face to his toes with my hands. ‘Two compliments in one afternoon.Merci. I am honoured.’
He laughed and the deep rumble made me smile.
‘You should be! Now I can see that you don’t want to cover up because you like the attention.’
