He looked at her with an expression she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen on his face before, hungry and a little desperate. “I thought about kissing you so many times at parties. I imagined pressing you back against the bark of a tree, shoving aside those boys you didn’t care anything about. I thought you might like the laugh of it, me being your brother’s best friend and all.” “You think I want to hurt Ben?” Jack shrugged. “I think both of you always want a little bite of whatever the other person’s got, that’s all.” It unnerved her, how not wrong he was.
