Todos los capítulos de Just One Weekend: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

JasmineJasmine Hunt rode in the back of her parent’s Mercedes, headed toward South Pointe, the southern point of Miami, Florida. She pulled her long brown hair back into a ponytail, fanned her neck, and let it fall over her shoulders and down her back again. They were almost there, and, already, the heat was sweltering. Jasmine couldn’t wait for the promise of a constant ocean breeze, ready for her summer vacation to begin.Since she had just graduated from high school, Jasmine had hoped to get away by herself this summer. But that wasn’t happening. Instead, her parents had persuaded her to go to South Pointe and spend time with them on the beach. After all, this would be their last summer together before she headed off to UT Knoxville in the fall. But at least they would be spending all summer on the beach, so it wouldn’t be a total waste. Although she was glad to have time with her parents, Jasmine had waited a long time to have her own life. Now, she wanted to start living it.“Ar

Zain“Wow!” Zain gave Juan a manly handshake. “You have a son!”“Yeah, but Sylvie is my little princess.” Juan smiled, raising an eyebrow.“Speaking of which, where is she?” Zain asked, looking around.Just then, a cute little girl with light brown curls wearing a frilly pink dress saw him. “Uncle Zain!” She ran toward him, and he scooped her into his arms and nuzzled her neck, playfully scratching her with his day-old beard. “Ew!” She laughed, pulling away.“Do you have a kiss for your uncle?” Zain asked, turning his cheek to her.She gave him a big kiss on the cheek and then squirmed to get down. “Love you, Uncle Zain!”“Love you, too.”When he stood her on her feet, Sylvie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the backyard. “Come on! Everyone’s here! Abuela’s waiting!”Zain laughed. “I’m sure she is. Well, let’s get this over with. But will you promise me a dance?”Sylvie stopped in her tracks and twisted back and forth, watching her frilly dress flare out. “Sure! Let’s go!” Then

Zain Zain hadn’t slept well all night, thinking of her. When he finally got to sleep, it had been fitful. As soon as the faint rays of sunshine peeked in through the window, he showered and hurried out, in a hurry to get to the beach to see Jasmine. Jasmine. What a beautiful name. It suited her well. Zain quickly grabbed his board, wanting to get to the beach early to meet her. Even though they had just met, he couldn’t deny his attraction to her. But even if they ended up just becoming friends and nothing more, that would be fine with him. It would be nice to have another surfing buddy for the summer. Zain slipped out the front door and locked it behind him, feeling like a kid sneaking out. He started the engine and soon was on his way to South Pointe. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but he couldn’t help himself. Turning the truck down another corner, he wondered what he was doing. Jasmine was clearly only eighteen, and he was twenty-one and would be twenty-two by the tim

ZainZain waited outside for Jasmine while she took her surfboard into her apartment. He guessed he should have introduced himself to her parents. But they had just met, and they were only going to his Uncle Miguel’s food truck. His uncle made the best Tostones, Cuban bowls, and Cuban Sandwiches in Miami. He just hoped Jasmine liked Cuban food.A moment later, she came out the door, still wearing her bikini and sarong, but she had also put on dainty leather sandals and had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She looked gorgeous. “Ready?”Zain nodded, smiling. “You know, if you don’t like Cuban food, I can always take you somewhere else.”Jasmine smiled, shaking her head. “No, I love it.”“Great!” He started walking in the direction where his uncle always parked. “It’s right around the corner.”“How far?” she asked, trying to keep up with his long strides.At that moment, Zain realized how much smaller she was than him. He had to have been at least a foot taller than her. Perfect.He

ZainAlthough he hated to say goodbye, Zain walked Jasmine back to her parents’ apartment, knowing she couldn’t spend much more time in the sun. As fair as she was, she would fry.“I had a nice time with you today,” he said as they walked toward her door.Jasmine nodded, obviously having had enough outdoor fun. “So did I.” But as they walked toward her door—literally right on the beach—she paused. “Would you like to come in for a while? We can pop some popcorn and watch a movie.”Zain shook his head. “Maybe some other day. But I would like to meet your parents, if that’s okay.” He laughed. “I don’t know what’s customary in your culture, but in my culture, the boy has to meet the girl’s parents before they go on their first date. Then, usually they have to bring along a little sister as a chaperone.”Jasmine’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. “Seriously? In today’s day and age?”He nodded. “‘Fraid so.”“Well, lucky for you, I don’t have a little sister. I’m an only child. But don’t give my