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.

for the meal,”

didn’t reply, only managing

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

perusing the

reserved charm that struck a

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her

disgust. “I

nice,” he

So you like the

beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

and reached into the drawer

cream. He squeezed a generous

to massage it

of flowers filled the air. Once her

Boyd kissed them

do that again,” he

admiring

I won’t make

head as he

tonight?”

“Not going

Boyd paused, hand still

away. “Of course. But

you’re thinking about

deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No room

books on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

the books off the table, scooped Yasmine into

headed for

tomorrow night, no

her down on the bed and leaned over her,

“Serana’s still here. Have you no

her hand.

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she leaves. I’m

under the

joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m going to

found that Boyd wasn’t in the

intending to

and Boyd was speaking with

years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

“I think my major

for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

her for a moment. “I’ve got homework. I should

glass of water. “It’s at the

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick up

and toss it in the trash. She

wife, Aliza, would play the part

cook a table

house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

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