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I give them all a wave to say, Yes, hello, wine was spilled, carry on, then both Laila and I head down through the restaurant to the bathroom, with her grumbling the entire way.
Of course, in a tiny place like this, there are only two bathrooms, and one is occupied.
“After you,” I say, gesturing to the available one.
She just rolls her eyes and steps in, holding the door open. “Come on.”
I step inside with her. The bathroom is the size of a postage stamp. And then I get a good look at the damage.
Yup, looks like I pissed my pants. Thank god they’re black and you have to look closely.
On her red sweater, the wine just looks like an artful stain, though her nipples are poking through now. Very, very distracting.
“That was probably the clumsiest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” she says, pulling out wads of paper towel and running them under the tap. “Almost made you seem like a mere mortal.”
I can’t help but grin. “You’re telling me I’m godly?”
She lets out a soft snort and eyes me in the bathroom mirror. “You’re something, I’ll give you that much. You have the ego of a god, no denying that.”
“Pretty sure you called me a god once or twice,” I tell her as she dabs the towel on her chest. “You know you might as well take that right off.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. I would. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.”
“I’m good,” she says quickly as she shoots me a glare, dabbing again and again until her shirt is pretty much see-through.
Fucking hell, it’s a turn-on. My dick is already pressing against my pants, not even caring that they’re soaked with wine.
Finally she sighs and then mumbles something to herself in Norwegian.
The sweater comes off, leaving her in just a white lacy bra that looks a little small for her and is stained with red.
“Jesus,” I swear. Her breasts are making my mouth water.
She gives me a sharp look, pressing the towel across her chest to cover herself up. “You’re making this weird.” Then her gaze drops to my very obvious erection. Her mouth parts slightly before she swallows. “Now you’re making this really weird.”
I’m about to make it weirder. I answer by undoing my belt, letting my pants drop to the floor so that I’m just in my black boxer briefs. I step out of them and gather them in my hands. “Just doing what you did,” I tell her. “Easy to wash this way.”
I step right up to her at the sink, watching as she gets flustered, cheeks going pink.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love making you blush?” I ask, my voice going low. “Did you blush this morning?”
My question makes her pause, and I know now she heard me this morning for sure.
She glances up at me through her lashes, her eyes simmering with anger and something else. I want to say it’s lust, but I can’t be sure. There’s a good chance she’s about to slap me across the face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says evenly, before focusing on her sweater.
I can’t help but smile because I know she’s lying.
I lean in until my mouth is at her ear. “Did you touch yourself?”
She sucks in her breath sharply and turns to face me again, but I’m fast, and once again acting on pure impulse.
I have to kiss her.
My hands cup her face, my fingers pressing into her high cheekbones, and I’m covering her mouth with mine.
