We're parked outside my parents' bungalow. There's nowhere else to go. Especially when Gary exits the vehicle, with my keys in his hand, and heads into my home. I feel unable to say no to him staying here for the rest of the week, but I refuse to engage in any intimacy with him. He must understand and respect my boundaries. However, why does he have to look so damned handsome when I try to stand up to him? Would it really hurt to close the...