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 low and weirdly shaky.
“What for?” she asked, glancing sideways at me with the faintest smirk. Then she turned back to the movie, like nothing had happened.
But something had happened. Something I coul
