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,”

only managing

thinking Serana’s

comforting.

was lounging on the sofa, perusing

that struck a

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

faint disgust. “I

nice,”

So you like the

beside him, his

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing

work.”

into the drawer under the coffee table,

cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto

began to massage

faint scent of flowers filled the air.

kissed

do that

arched an eyebrow, admiring her

asked so nicely, I won’t make it difficult for

his head as he gently tugged at

tonight?”

him a languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still

and pushed his hand away. “Of

things you’re thinking about are off the

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room

at the books on the

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

bed and leaned over her,

here.

removed her hand.

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

doing it under the watchful eyes

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat up

out of bed. “I’m going

her shower, Yasmine found that Boyd

intending

was speaking

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

he said.

“I think my major is totally

a moment before

it’s up to you.”

sigh of

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

Serana stood

for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

glass, watching Serana pick

the

the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza,

capable wife at home. She would cook a

it was spotless, and always speak softly

she prepared the meal.

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