Jasmine
“Hey, Jasmine,” Luke said sleepily as he got into the car.
“How was your night?” I asked as I went to pull away. He was quiet, so I looked over at him, and he was smiling and waving to a pretty dark-haired girl. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Ophelia,” he said a little dreamily, still watching her as she headed into the car lot. “But I’m the only one who gets to call her Ophie.”
“Ah, so that’s why you’re okay with overnights now,” I said. “Ophelia is a pretty name too. Matches her pretty face.”
“She kicked me in the stomach,” he said casually.
“What?” I gasped.
“It was my fault,” he chuckled. “Ophelia had her back turned and her music up, so she didn’t hear me, then she just turned and booted me. She’s got some heat too. I shared my pasta with her at lu
