Jesse's POV.
I grabbed my keys and hopped on my 4-wheeler. I'm on my way, Jasmine. Her contact name is Jazzy. I was going to put it as SC for secret crush, but I didn't. I don't know why.
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I pulled up into her driveway. She came out, wearing light blue, almost white washed, jeans and a grey t-shirt. I'm enjoying it.
An amused glint flashed in her eyes when she saw me. I chuckled as she hopped on, slapping my back playfully.
"If you would've told me you were bringing this, then I would have dressed more appropriately."
"I like what you have on now. Besides, it's too late to change now."
I turned the machine on and drove off. It gave a slight jerk when I slowed down, making Jasmine fall into me.
"Calm down and hold on tight, little one," I called back.
"Hush it, Daddy," she whined back. I love how she said that.
"What did you call me?"
"Daddy," she answered. Wow.
"I like that nickname. I'll keep it."
Her head dropped onto my back as she tried to hide her face. Her arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing slightly.
I peeked down for a split second to see how perfect it looked. I chuckled lowly at the thoughts running through my mind.