Ginny needed a moment for his question to sink in. She heard him. She knew what the words meant, but she needed to consider them. So she stalled again, this time by taking her dishes to the sink and rinsing them. Then washing them. Then washing the stuff she'd used to cook breakfast.
And she thought about what she'd done the night before, and it was that that made Ginny hesitate. It wasn't because she foresaw some sort of future with Marcus Flint. It was because she'd never been that girl who juggled more than one guy at a time. And Evan was one of her best friends, and she didn't want to mess that up in any way. She had a feeling that she could kiss him, and he would simply take it at face value. But that wasn't a risk she was willing to take.
After about five minutes of not saying anything, she turned to look at Evan. "Yes, I do want you to kiss me, but, no, I don't want you to kiss me. I know it's a contradiction. I know it's confusing. I can't give you any explanation other than this is what I feel." She bit her lower lip in further thought. "If I hadn't gone to see Marcus Flint last night, I probably would have kissed you by now. But I can't run the risk of fucking up what's between you and me because I'm curious."