James shifted closer in his seat, his arm sliding along the shared armrest until his fingers brushed Carly’s thigh. The theater was packed enough that their closeness didn’t stand out, but not so full that anyone was paying attention to the back row. Zootopia played on screen—Judy Hopps chasing a lead, bright colors flashing—but neither of them was really watching anymore.

Carly’s hand found his first, lacing their fingers for a second before guiding his palm higher under the hem of ...