She'd actually been about to say Just not with anyone else, and the guilt that played across her features then, though easily interpreted as a reaction of his misunderstanding, actually stemmed from the fact that she didn't correct him. She looked down to where his fingers tightened around her hand, watching as her own pale digits curled around his a bit more firmly in wordless response.
His suggestion snapped her focus right back to his face, though, and her mouth dropped open to form a rebuke that simply would not come. How could she argue? He was right, and Gods, was even being mature enough to have a conversation about it when all she wanted to do was avoid it until she could not possibly do so any longer. But when would that be? The night of their wedding? That, she reasoned, would be nightmarish in and of itself, and besides, there was sense in what he proposed. "I suppose," she said, her words coming slowly, reluctantly, "it wouldn't be a bad idea if we did. Just one kiss. To see how... it goes." She echoed his sentiment as though to cement the understanding that it was an experiment of sorts.
It certainly wasn't an exchange of affection between them. Certainly not.
Still, for once she actually looked the young girl she was, the hard, disapproving snobbery of her typical facade stripped down to wide-eyed apprehension as she sank her teeth into the corner of her bottom lip and shifted restlessly in her bare feet. "Did you mean right now?"