West felt her fingertips brush against his leg. He glanced down before staring at her face.
She was still watching the movie with an innocent expression but her hand was tracing slow patterns on his inner thigh.
He leaned in and whispered. "Mei... what are you doing?"
"Shh," she whispered back, not looking at him. "The movie's at a good part."
Her hand crept higher as she dragged her nails lightly against the fabric of his pants.
She reached his crotch and paused, hovering her palm over the growing bulge there. Then, she slowly began to massage him through the fabric.
West looked around quickly in concern but the darkness of the theater made their actions invisible to everyone but themselves. A few people were nearby, but they were all focused on the screen.
"Mei," he muttered again. "We're in public."
"I know," she whispered with a tone of mischief. "That's what makes it exciting."
