Van running his hands over her back was something akin to getting pet when she actually wanted to be. Like many cats, Caitlin didn't like being touched unless she wanted it. For humans it was pretty clear that you don't go around just petting people, but cats were furry and people so often assumed that being so was an open invitation for it. She felt a small shiver of excitement crawl up her spine.
Things were going a little quickly though and Caitlin had pause after he expressed his desire to disrobe her. It wasn't fear nor a lack of curiosity but something else. Caution? Jealousy? He'd been intimate with others and had told her that he'd been with Sorin. Who else? Possessiveness was an ugly thing and Caitlin could be pretty terrible about it.
"I'm not Sorin," she said and then clarified, "I'm not an experience to talk about with other people. That's not what I am to you, right?" Because she didn't really know what she was. They didn't hate each other. That was a start. And she wasn't looking for a lot of definition but she didn't just want to be a casual fuck. She knew that much.