Tragos followed her as a less bouncy pace, just in his shorts, bare feet padding over the warm stones toward the jeep. A gecko scuttered away from him but Tragos was watching Marcie, her bright grin and the flash of pale breasts. It was hard not to grin a little in return as he walked her back up against the car, arm inside her kaftan to hook around her bare waist to kiss her in the sun, with not a wall around them to hide behind. He wondered if it'd be like this when she got her new place, how easy it might be to slip away most days and meet her. Well, cross that bridge, and all that.
"How's your poker face?" he asked, reaching into the back of the jeep to grab his bag, but keeping his arm around her waist as he did. "You gonna be able to look like you haven't spend the whole night fucking when we get back tomorrow?"