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

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s smile was

comforting.

sofa, perusing the

struck a chord with her. She

her hand. Puzzled, he

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

nice,” he

washed dishes. So you like the scent of

down beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half

work.”

chuckled and reached into the drawer under

He squeezed a generous

began to massage

flowers filled the

kissed them again,

do that

eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

won’t make it difficult for

as he gently

tonight?”

“Not going back until you

paused, hand still on

and pushed his hand away. “Of

thinking about are off the

frown deepened at her

shoulder. “No

books on the coffee table. “What

Yasmine cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off the table,

and headed for the

tomorrow night,

the bed and

here. Have you no

hand. “She’ll leave

“Then we’ll

to doing it under the watchful

wasn’t joking, Boyd sat

got out of bed. “I’m going

Boyd wasn’t in the

and stepped out, intending

speaking with a detached

graduation. You’re

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major

was silent for a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

the beginning of their conversation, but

about what it entailed.

Serana stood

moment. “I’ve

stood and handed Yasmine a glass of water. “It’s at

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an

in the trash. She took a sip of

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

home. She would cook a table of

liked, tidy the house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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