She doesn't know what she expected, or even hoped for. It would've been a lot easier if he pushed her away, pulled back, said he didn't want her. Unfortunately, that sounds like the opposite of what he's saying, and things just got even more complicated.

"...I wish I could," she says, quietly. "That you were... were too old, or too ugly, or too anything. But you ain't." He's not old, by her estimation. Older than her, sure, but he's still young, and handsome, and kind, and she likes him. She lets out a little sound like a groan, and then she's kissing him again, full on the mouth this time, and not nearly so chastely. One pair of her arms come up around his shoulders, another hand tangling in his hair.