If he wanted to shame her, he did a good job. His words pull her out of whatever kiss-induced trance she was in and has her blinking up at him as he slowly withdraws himself from her, from this.

The thing is, he's right. And her cheeks feel hot with an embarrassment she shouldn't have to feel but does anyway. "Right," she says it softly, her eyes averting from his as she nods. She moves, slipping out from her position between him and the wall. "Yeah."

Back to the door, except it's her hand on the doorknob now and she's already twisting it open. He's right but it's also that her pride is ridiculously wounded. He's not yours to have, Caroline. And you're not his to leave behind. "You're right."