I open the car door for you in the driveway. You slowly step out, mumbling about your heels making your feet sore. I offer to carry you to the front door, and you roll your eyes and smirk like you always do. You know I'll do it, but it always makes you so bashful afterwards. Besides, you whisper in my ear, then I wouldn't be able to hear the clicking of your heels as we walk up the stairs to your house. True, I say, and g...