"...Surely, a little thing like her kissing Jack wouldn't even ripple the waters. But that didn't make her eager for the moment Ben found out what she'd done. And she wasn't looking forward to Jack's watching her warily all afternoon as though she might lunge at him or something.
But, despite herself, she was looking forward to seeing him again. She couldn't quite believe they'd kissed, even just for a moment. The memory filled her with an embarrassing jolt of happiness. It felt like an act of real daring, the first she'd committed in a long time. It was a horrible mistake, of course. She could have wrecked things--she hoped she hadn't wrecked things. She could never do it again.
At least, she couldn't think of a way it would be possible to do it again.
Hazel wasn't sure when her crush on Jack had started. It had been a slow thing, an exaggerated awareness of him, a thrill at his attention, accompanied by a constant stream of nervous chatter whenever he was around..."
Holly Black
