Chapter 11: Show Me

*Zain*

Zain traced a finger over her cheekbone, along her jawline, and then gently cupped her neck with his hand, looking into her eyes. “Tell me.”
Her breath quickened, and he knew her resolve was waning. “That’s not fair.”
“What?” he asked, his voice low.
“You’re using coercion,” Jasmine breathed.
Then a broad smile spread across his lips. “Is it working?”
Jasmine sighed, and her face suddenly fell. She pushed abruptly away and started backing off. “I’m going home. See you later.” Hot, angry tears began filling her eyes, threatening to spill over as she turned around and hurried away.
Zain stood there watching her, stunned beyond all words. Then it hit him. She thought he was playing her. “Jasmine!” He ran after her and caught her arm, quickly turning her around, his eyes filled with shock. “Jasmine, I was only kidding around. I’m so sorry. I’m not a player. I swear.” He reached up to catch a stray tear from under her eye, but she turned away. “Hey, hey!” He looked directly into her eyes. “Don’t hide anything from me. If I screw up, then tell me. If you have something on your mind, then tell me. I want to know everything.” Zain sighed, wanting to make it up to her somehow. “Would you please spend the day with me?” He didn’t want to tell her, but he felt lost without her. The only thing he wanted was to see her beautiful smile return.
Jasmine slowly nodded. “I guess I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
Zain placed a finger gently under her chin. “But tell me what you were going to say. No matter what it is, I promise not to laugh.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Promise?”
He smiled, his thumb gently grazing her cheek. “I promise.”
Jasmine opened her mouth to speak but then shook her head. “It’s going to sound stupid.”
But Zain didn’t laugh. “No, it’s not. Whatever’s on your mind, just spit it out. If it’s important to you, then it’s important to me.”
She sighed, finally relenting. “I was wondering if you could teach me how to kiss. You’re the first man I’ve ever kissed... and I was wondering... man! That sounds so stupid.”
But before she could say more, his lips descended upon hers in a passionate kiss. He pulled back a moment later, leaving her breathless. Then he pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, touched beyond all words. At that moment, he was hers… whether she knew it or not.
“Yes.” Zain looked into her eyes, feeling so much love for her that he was overwhelmed. “Please. Don’t be embarrassed to ask me anything.” He walked her around his truck, put her things in the back, and then helped her inside. “Let’s go somewhere.”
Jasmine chuckled. “Yeah, I can only imagine what my father would do if he saw us now.”
Then Zain’s heart stopped, a crease forming between his eyes. “I know it’s a little late to ask, but how old are you?”
She smiled. “I’m eighteen.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn’t be arrested. But then again, they were only going to make out. He felt like a kid again at the prospect.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“I just turned twenty-one,” he replied, then a devious smile lit his lips. “Too old?”
“No. Just right.” Jasmine shrugged. “Besides, you’re only three years older than me.”
He nodded. “Well, let’s get out of here.” Zain closed her door and slid into the driver’s seat a moment later. Then he thought of something. “Why haven’t you kissed anyone before now?”
She shrugged, looking directly into his eyes. “I was waiting for the right guy.”
Zain nodded as a thrill ran through him, pleased that she thought he was the right guy... because he definitely knew that she was the right girl. “So, where would you like to go?” he asked, turning the truck onto the main road.
“I don’t know. You know Miami better than I do.” She looked at him with so much trust at that moment that it made him want to earn it.
He stretched out his arm to her. “Come here.”
She snuggled against his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Although he had dated several girls before, never had a girl felt so right in his arms. He never wanted it to end.
Zain pulled down another street and then went to a secluded park on the ocean not far away. There were no surfers, and it had picnic tables. A little short way down the beach were palm trees, very private. He didn’t want to teach her to kiss in his truck. He wanted it to be special for her. And taking her to a hotel would scare her half to death, even if it was just to make out. But here, the view was great, it was secluded, and no one would bother them.
“This is gorgeous!” Jasmine said when he pulled the truck to a stop.
Zain smiled, glad that she approved. “I thought you might like it.” He shrugged. “This place is kind of out of the way and only the locals come here. Not a lot of tourists know about it.”
“I’m glad.” A smile lit her lips as she looked around, taking in the scenery. “It reminds me of Hawaii.”
He nodded as his expression suddenly became serious. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nodded. “Yes, but just to kiss. I don’t want to get carried away or anything. I want to take it slow.”
He nodded, respecting her integrity. “Of course.” Then he inclined his head toward the beach. “Let’s go.” He hopped out of his truck, locking Jasmine’s things up inside, but grabbed one of his beach towels, not wanting her parents to get the wrong idea if her towel came back filled with lichen and pine needles. Then he headed around to her side and took her hand. “I’m going to have to teach you something else, too.”
She froze, looking up at him with surprise. “Like what?”
A broad smile spread across his face. “Like waiting for me to open the door for you.”
Jasmine laughed. “Although I appreciate the chivalry, you don’t have to do that.”
Zain shook his head, suddenly serious. “Nope. I’m nothing if not chivalrous.” He smiled, draping his arm over her shoulder. “Besides, I believe a lady should be treated like a lady.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.”
Zain walked with her past the picnic tables and down to the beach. Palm trees lined the beach to the right a short distance down, and the ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see into the horizon. Only a few swimmers were farther down the beach, but no one was on this side. They were alone.
“Wow! This is gorgeous!” Jasmine exclaimed, looking down the beach and out over the ocean, watching the waves slowly roll in.
Then he placed his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his, looking into her eyes. “Not as gorgeous as you.”
Then his lips descended upon hers, gently at first. “Open your mouth slightly,” he said, his voice soft, gentle, merely a whisper. He took it slow, teaching her how to kiss.
She did as he asked. “Like this?”
He nodded. “Don’t talk,” he said against her cheek. Then he kissed down to her throat and pressed his lips to the tender skin just under her jawline as her breath quickened, responding.
This time, when he pressed his lips to hers, she opened for him and moved with him, letting him take the lead as his tongue swiped across hers. He pulled her into his arms, and she molded perfectly against his chest, as if she had been made just for him.
Soon, she was returning his kiss and matching his passion. She tilted her head to the side and laced her fingers through his hair as she pulled him to her, deepening the kiss. She followed his lead and had the hang of it before long. She was a fantastic kisser. Then he swept her into his arms, lifted her off her feet, and sat with her on the sand, leaning back against a palm tree with her on his lap as he ran his hand down her back and pulled her close, knowing he could spend hours just kissing her, here in their little piece of heaven.
Just One Weekend
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