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.

the meal,” she

reply, only managing a

the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

perusing the

charm that struck a chord with

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her

disgust. “I wanted

nice,” he

you like the scent of

her down beside him, his brow furrowing with suspicion.

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand.

work.”

into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling out

cream. He squeezed a generous amount

to massage it

flowers filled the air.

Boyd kissed

that again,”

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

so nicely, I won’t make

as he gently tugged at her ear.

tonight?”

“Not

Boyd paused, hand

his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

things you’re thinking about

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No

the coffee table. “What about starting next

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

headed for the

night, no

on the bed and leaned over

mouth. “Serana’s still here.

removed her hand. “She’ll

of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

under the watchful eyes of a third

joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going to

Boyd

stepped out, intending to get

was speaking with a detached tone on the

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

think my major is

a moment before

it’s up to you.”

sigh

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

her for a moment. “I’ve got

glass

temperature.”

the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

it in the trash.

her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would play

She would cook a table

tidy the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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