Sawyer saw the blush that hit Jasmine face and smile a little thinking she looked sweet and beautiful. It was a shame that no one told her every used term of endearment with her. Chuckling a little when she said that he didn’t have to give everything and that she was supposed to him what he wanted. Thing was he got want he wanted. Jasmine in his life.<br/><br/>It angered him that there was that someone called her bitch so much that she thought it was her name. He was about to tell her about term of endearment. When she reminded him of her bottle. Quickly he went back to his bedroom grabbed the bottle then headed back to where Jasmine was. Making sure her bottle under his shirt. Then headed out the door and onto the street with her. He loved that she put his arm around her shoulder and her hand into pocket. Leaning over he kissed her temple. Whispering in her ear. “I love your hand in my pocket” giving her another peck on the temple.<br/><br/>In no time they were at the square where there were little restaurants. Looking over to where she pointed. A smiled cross his face when he saw the fair. Lights twinkled and flashed as fair rides whirled and twirled. The smell of funnel cakes, sausages and other fair foods filled the air.<br/><br/>“Fairs ride and Farris wheel. Lets go there. "Sawyer said in a childlike awe. They made their way down the fairway. Promising to Jasmine that he would get her the biggest stuff animal he could win her. That they would ride all the rides she wanted and eat whatever food she wanted.  But he wanted to get her on the  Farris wheel first. Once on the ride he pulled her close  to him as they rode slowly to the sky. They could see the lights of the fair and the city below them.<br/><br/>“Sugar, sweetheart are terms of endearment. There are a few others. They just names to say I love you, show you I care. But if you don’t like them then I won’t call you those names.” He wasn’t sure if he explained terms of endearment right but he hoped that she would understand.