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

didn’t reply, only

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

the sofa, perusing the stack of

that struck

Puzzled, he took her hand and

at him with faint disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not

smells nice,”

dishes. So you like

him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

drawer

He squeezed a generous

to massage it

the air. Once

kissed them

that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands.

won’t make

laughed, shaking his head as he

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going

hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But

about are off the

frown deepened

shoulder. “No

the coffee table.

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

swept the books off the table, scooped

and headed

night,

down on the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put her

still here. Have you no

removed her hand. “She’ll leave

out of his embrace. “Then we’ll talk

it under the watchful eyes of

she wasn’t joking,

bed. “I’m going

that Boyd wasn’t in

and stepped out, intending to

hadn’t left yet, and Boyd was speaking with a detached

have two years before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

think my major is totally

a moment before

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana

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

handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

accepted the glass, watching Serana pick up an orange

table and toss it in the trash. She

Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

wife at home. She would cook a table of dishes

tidy the house until it was spotless, and always

she prepared the meal.

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