His reaction is... better than she had expected. In truth, she had expected him to recoil from her, to push her away, to run. Any number of things that would cement his inability to be with her, really. Her heart races as she looks up at him, her cheeks flushing brightly as well.

When he rocks on his feet, she raises her free hand to his shoulder to steady him, her other still holding his delicately.

There's an overwhelming feeling of happiness mixed in with the fear of waiting for his thoughts. But when he doesn't speak, she knows she has to do something. So she decides to take a leap of faith - and kisses him again.