I reached for the door handle to get out, but he said, “Wait.” I gave him a curious look, and he added, “Let me get that for you.” “That’s not necessary. It’s not like you were my date.” Although Houston certainly wouldn’t have opened the door for me. The quiet before his response unsettled me, but then he said, “I want you to see how you deserve to be treated.” My heart was a puddle on his truck floor.
