Jules' POV

It was just her hand. That’s all. Just Remi’s hand brushing mine in the dark while we both reached for the popcorn. But I felt it.

Not in a dramatic, thunderclap sort of way — just a small spark, like the edge of a match striking too close to skin. Her knuckles grazed mine, warm and careless, and my breath caught like it had no business reacting.

I should’ve pulled away. Said “oops” or made a joke like I usually do. But instead, I lingered. Just for a beat too long.

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes stayed on the screen, expression unreadable.

“Sorry,” I said finally, voice...