Was she afraid? Or did she hate?

Now, here I am sitting a fair distance away, staring blankly out the window. I combed my hair back, feeling its smoothness between my fingers, and sighed. I had done a dumb thing. I had followed behind lust. More over, she was now upset at me. I knew it, from the feeling I got when I kissed her. She did not kiss me back, one measly move, that was all she did.