Vanessa's attempts to distract Brian were working. He watched her adjust her cleavage and smirked, "You might as well just take one of them out, you know I'm not going to be satisfied until I have it in my mouth." He didn't bother with touching her over her leggings, but immediately slipped his hand under her waistband. This was exactly the reason they always sat in the last row, where there was no one else around or behind them. They could get away with whatever they wanted.