She's worried about him

"Won't that be dangerous?" Ashley asked. She hadn't known him for long, but she already felt like he was the best friend she ever had. He probably was, given her dead social life.

"Maybe," he said, "but I think I can handle it." He vanished, and then reappeared on her other side, before vanishing again before she could even turn her head to see, only to appear behind her. She tried to catch him again, turning so fast she fell backwards off the log. He disappeared again, and appeared over her, catching her as he materialized. Her flailing arms grabbed onto him, glad to find something, and she realized that they were, for want of a better word, embracing. Her pose reminded her of a dip in dancing, with his face right over hers.

It was, she realized, the perfect moment for a kiss. They were alone, lips inches apart, in a beautiful forest. But they barely knew each other, and she had no experience reading boys. Maybe he was just being friendly. She had no way of being sure he wanted her too. No ethical way, at any rate, she thought, remembering her dream from the night before.

Slowly, Ashley's lips parted, as she made up her mind.