Though she had believed there would never be a thing in her life she could thank the Itnquisitorial Squad for, being held in a closet with Ernie Macmillan would never have been imaginable otherwise.
Was Ernie intentionally holding her more closely, now? Hazel's breath caught, again. There wasn't room enough to draw her hands up and loop them around his neck, and Hazel felt too shy to put her hands around Ernie's waist. Girls didn't hug boys that way. And what if he didn't mean to be hugging her at all? What if he'd gotten a cramp or worried she was cold or something?
Hazel couldn't tell, but she thought she heard the footsteps receding down the corridor. She couldn't decide whether to be sorry or relieved.