TRACY POV

 “I can’t believe our first day at MIT!” Ned’s excited voice filled the cinema, warm and full of wonder as the new Spider-Man trailer lit up the giant screen with bright webs and city lights.

 I snuggled deeper into the seat beside Conner, the lifted armrest letting me press my body against his solid warmth. The theater smelled of buttery popcorn and that faint, clean scent of his cologne I loved so much. My stomach rumbled softly. I was starving.

 Conner must have heard it because he glanced at me with that lazy, knowing smile of his and tilted his head toward the large popcorn bucket resting on...