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,”

didn’t reply, only managing a

thinking Serana’s smile was more

comforting.

sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

struck a chord with her.

Puzzled, he

faint disgust. “I wanted you

nice,”

dishes. So you like

beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

pressed her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I

work.”

and reached into the drawer

hand cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto Yasmine’s

began to

faint scent of flowers filled the air. Once her hands were

Boyd kissed them

do that

arched an eyebrow, admiring her

I won’t

his head as he gently tugged at her

tonight?”

“Not

hand still on her

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until it’s

thinking about are off

deepened at her

his shoulder.

the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped Yasmine

and headed for the

tomorrow night, no

laid her down on the bed and leaned

“Serana’s still here.

her hand. “She’ll

“Then we’ll talk after

it under the watchful eyes of a

she wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

out of bed. “I’m going

that Boyd wasn’t in the

stepped out, intending to get a

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a

before graduation.

he said.

“I think my major

before conceding, “If you’ve really

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of relief.

hadn’t caught the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the

a moment.

Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange

toss it in the trash.

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

She would cook a table

liked, tidy the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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