~Candice's POV~
The stale, popcorn scented air hit me the second we pushed through the thick velvet curtains and into Screen 7. It was aggressively cold...the kind of industrial AC blast that felt designed to keep you awake rather than comfortable.
The hall was enormous, a black, cavernous void punctuated only by the faded red glow of the emergency exit signs and the faint, rhythmic thump-thump of bass blasting through the walls from the next screening.
“See?” I whispered, my voice echoing back at us from the empty seats below. “We beat the crowd. Zero people. Just us.”
Jamie grunted, the sound a low, satisfied rumble in his chest. His hand, warm despite the chill, snaked under the hem of my denim jacket and settled on the bare skin of my back, drawing circles low on my spine where m
