Yeah, actually he is.

Lovingly, you flirt and kiss and cuddle with each other in his room, but that's just about it. He never asks you to have sex with him, or **** you to have sex with him. He simply asks if you want a ride home when he sees that you are yawning quite frequently.

You say yes and he lovingly drives you back home. You stay in the car with him for a few more minutes before midnight and you enjoy the silence with him. You exchange looks of coyness and playfulness. At the last minute you then share a loving kiss without tongue. You leave the car and then suddenly feel like you are being watched. You walk towards the front door of your house and you wave your boyfriend goodbye as he drives his car out of your neighborhood. You are about to press the doorbell to ring it when you her your name being called out behind you.

"Heather? Is that you, Heather?" the voice calls out in a **** tone.

You, as scared as you are, turn around to see the origin of that voice. You then see a figure in the shadow of the tree on your front lawn. The figure then steps forward and you see a familiar face.