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

reply, only

kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

sofa, perusing the stack

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her.

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed

“I wanted

smells nice,”

dishes. So you like the scent

him,

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did

work.”

into the drawer under the coffee table, pulling

He squeezed a generous

to massage it

flowers filled the air. Once her hands

kissed

that again,” he

arched an eyebrow, admiring

won’t make

he gently tugged

tonight?”

look. “Not going back until you finish my

paused, hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

you’re thinking about are

deepened

shoulder. “No

the coffee

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped Yasmine into

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

her down on the bed and leaned

still here. Have you

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

“Then

it under the

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m going to

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in

out, intending

left yet, and Boyd was speaking with

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking about this

he said.

“I think my major is

moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

beginning of their

about what it entailed.

from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

Serana pick up

toss it in the trash. She

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

capable wife at home. She would cook a

tidy the house until it was spotless, and

she prepared the meal.

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