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

Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of books

reserved charm that struck a

hand. Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it

disgust. “I wanted you to smell it,

smells nice,”

So you like the scent of

beside him, his brow

Washing dishes?”

withdrawing her

work.”

into the drawer under

He squeezed a

to massage it

the air. Once

Boyd kissed

that again,”

admiring her well-cared-for hands.

won’t make it

his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

“Not going back until you

paused, hand still on her

hand away.

thinking about are

frown deepened at

patted his shoulder.

books on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the

headed for

night,

the bed and leaned over

here. Have you no

removed her hand.

squirmed out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

under the watchful

joking, Boyd sat

of bed. “I’m

Yasmine found that Boyd wasn’t in the bedroom. She dried

intending to get

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached tone on

graduation. You’re thinking about

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is

moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

of their

about what it entailed.

emerged from the bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

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

a glass

temperature.”

Serana pick up an

it in the trash. She took

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

She would cook a table

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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