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

thinking Serana’s smile was more unsettling

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing the stack of books

struck a chord with her.

Puzzled, he took her hand and kissed it

looked at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you

smells nice,”

dishes. So you like the

her down beside him, his brow furrowing

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

into the drawer

squeezed a

to massage it

scent of flowers filled the

Boyd kissed

do that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult

as he gently tugged

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going

Boyd paused, hand

away. “Of course. But until it’s

things you’re thinking about are

deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No room

at the books on the coffee table.

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off

headed for

tomorrow night, no

the bed and

“Serana’s still here.

her hand. “She’ll

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

the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking, Boyd

out of bed. “I’m going to

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

out, intending to get a

speaking with a detached tone on the

still have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

“I think my

silent for a moment before

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh

the beginning of their

about what it entailed.

Serana stood up from the

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

handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange peel from

table and toss it in the trash. She took a

her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

home. She would cook a table

house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

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