The theater was nearly empty, the film a blur of sound and shadows. She slid into his lap, skirt bunched around her waist. The surround sound masked her breathy moans as he thrust up, slow and deep, under the cover of darkness. Her fingers gripped the seat in front.

“You’re being loud,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck.

“I can’t help it,” she gasped, trembling.

From the back row, a low voice whispered, “Don’t stop.”

They froze.

A stranger, eyes glowing in the dark, shifted closer.

“I’ve been watching since the trailers,” he said. “Mind if I join?”