Tragos half shrugged like maybe he wouldn't, but did tug his pants back up as he sat back in his seat. "Definitely wear skirts more often," he said, watching her dress. "And short little dresses. And no panties. And if we can't get to Hawaii this summer, least we have this car." Tragos leaned over and kissed her again once her top was straightened, hand palming her tit through her shirt, his words and his actions a promise of so much fucking to come.