Piper’s POV

“You are staring again.”

My voice is barely above the wet sounds coming from the speakers and the real ones rising around us. Mr. Wilson’s eyes snap back to the screen for half a second before they return to my mouth. The theater is darker now, the movie pouring blue light over everything, and the couples have stopped pretending. Two rows ahead a woman is openly stroking her date under a jacket. Across the aisle someone is getting fingered so wetly I can hear every slide.

He leans in, voice low. “Hard not to when the person next to me keeps looking at my lap.”

I smile in...