Van now stood between herself and freedom. Freedom from the obnoxious shame at what she'd done. He told her to wait and he was looking at her again. She wanted to shout at him and call him an asshole. It was so easy to be mean to people but she knew she would've been even more of a bitch than usual if she did that. She was the one at fault here, not him.
Caitlin rubbed her hands down the sides of her hips to her thighs and then clenched her fists, but she wasn't going to strike. She instead turned her head away, worried that she might be blushing or something stupid like that. "Fine," she said and turned away from the door, though she wasn't sure where she should go. This was his room. She'd invaded it and he had every right to just kick her ass out.
"I didn't think you'd wake up," she said instead of what she wanted to say, which was something along the lines of trying to poison him, because that was just as believable.