He smiles against my mouth, and it makes me melt against his hard body. “Remember how I don’t do things I don’t want to anymore?” He chuckles, as an usher hustles toward us, likely rushing to tell us to sit down. “Yeah?” “I don’t want to stay for the rest of this show. Get me the fuck out of here, Coach Thick Thighs.” West smiles down at me. “With pleasure.”
