Piper’s POV

“Is anyone sitting here?”

The voice hits me low and familiar the second the lights finish dropping. Mr. Wilson. My old calculus teacher. The man I used to watch from the third row while my panties grew damp under my uniform skirt. He does not recognize me. He drops into the only empty seat left, right beside mine, and the heat of his body reaches me before the first preview even ends.

I keep my eyes on the screen and force my voice to stay light. “No. It is free.”

He settles, long legs stretching out, the scent of clean soap and something warmer rolling off him. “Thanks....