Sheila was so angry this time, but in a different way. She kissed him back forcefully, pressing her body hard against his, so that he knew she was angry!
She knew he did care about her, she could tell by the way he got jealous. But that wasn't the same as being in love with her. But she kept kissing him, a small part of her hoping that maybe she'd be able to sense if he more than cared about her by the way he kissed her.