After dinner, Yasmine and Serana tidied up the dining area.

“Cleaning up” was a generous term, considering Serana was doing most of the

work.

Yasmine, who had grown up in an orphanage, may not have had the easiest

childhood, but she was never required to do chores like cooking, laundering, or

chopping wood. Once she left the orphanage, such tasks were even further from

her reality. Her hands were soft and beautiful, with slender, pale fingers.

Standing beside Serana at the sink, the most Yasmine would do was to wipe

down the already clean dishes. And she had this air about her, as if she had

done some monumental task that deserved high praise.

Enter title…

Serana wasn’t much of a talker. It seemed ever since Yasmine started dating

Boyd, Serana had become even quieter. The time they spent washing dishes

was particularly tough for her. The moment the last plate was dried, she let out a

sigh of relief and quickly said, “There’s nothing left to do now, Yasmine. You

should get on with your evening.”

Yasmine rinsed her hands under the faucet and watched Serana put away the

dishes. “I’ve always meant to say, you have a real knack for cooking and

cleaning,” she said.d2

Serana paused for a moment, then smiled at her. “I’m just curious about these

things, so I tend to pay more attention. Boyd isn’t too keen on eating out. If you

have the time, I could teach you a few of his favorite dishes.”

Yasmine chuckled and shook her head. “No time for that.”

After putting away the utensils, Serana turned and gave her a strained smile.

“They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I’m sure Boyd would

be delighted if you cooked for him.”

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” Yasmine smirked, looking at

her. “Is that what you thought back then?”

Serana’s smile froze instantly. Her eyes locked with Yasmine’s for a few

seconds before she forced herself to look away, her grip tightening on the edge

of the countertop. “It seems like you’ve misunderstood something about us,”

Serana said softly.

Yasmine observed her for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. “Why so

tense? Who did I misunderstand you with?” she teased.

Serana bit her lip, replying quietly, “Nothing…”

Noticing Serana’s trembling hand on the counter, Yasmine’s eyes sharpened.

you for the

only managing a stiff

thinking Serana’s smile was

comforting.

perusing the stack of books

reserved charm that struck a chord

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her

looked at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

nice,” he

you like the scent

down beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

tighter, withdrawing

work.”

drawer under the coffee table,

He squeezed a generous amount onto

began to massage it

scent of flowers filled the air. Once

kissed them again,

that again,”

admiring her well-cared-for

I won’t make it difficult for

he gently

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not

hand still on

away. “Of course.

about are off

deepened

shoulder. “No room for

at the books on the coffee

Yasmine cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for

tomorrow night,

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put

still here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

doing it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going to

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She

out, intending to get

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached

before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think

before conceding, “If you’ve really decided,

it’s up to you.”

sigh

of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the sofa,

her for a moment.

handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

and toss it in the trash. She took a sip

wife, Aliza, would play the part of

would cook a table of

it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

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