It's the first time you've seen your housemate, John Price, in a year. He covers half the rent so he has a home. But it's essentially like living alone, at a reduced cost.

But this time, he's home for a week.

Homemade pasta boiling on the stove, with a sauce to match.

Price cradling a glass of whiskey as you sip some wine. His eyes locked upon your features and filled with desire. The conversation having turned into something flirtatious.

"God, you're so pretty."