This a clean book. The characters are virgins. Any characters violating these standards will be arrested.

Many readers don’t want sex in their book, open-door, closed-door, or otherwise. And that’s okay. But then the plot needs the two main characters spending an awful lot of time together without ever talking about… you know… how far they want to go. In real life, refusing to set boundaries is a recipe for someone ending up assaulted, pregnant, with an STD, or all of the above. In fiction, all this implied tension is really sexy — wait, no, we can’t say that. We can say “swoony.” The implied tension is swoony. This trope is a frequent companion to the One bed trope, sometimes in conjunction with a Marriage of convenience which then becomes the good girl’s version of “how far are we going to go tonight?” That is, “we’re married, we don’t like each other, we’re stuck in a room at the inn that only has one bed, and hey maybe we do like each other” and then sparks begin to fly and things get really swoony.

Examples of this trope

Divine Children The male main character and the female main character are volatile, impulsive teenagers spending huge amounts of unsupervised time together (they’re nude half the time) and yet they don’t progress past kissing.

The Summer I Fell for my Best Friend Bree and Noah spend an absurd amount of time together, even snuggling in bed all night during a thunderstorm, but they don’t do more than kiss.