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,” she

only managing a stiff

kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

on the sofa, perusing the stack of books she’d

mature, reserved charm that struck a chord with her. She

out her hand. Puzzled, he took

disgust. “I wanted you to smell it, not

nice,”

dishes. So you like

beside him, his brow furrowing with

Washing dishes?”

lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

the drawer under

He squeezed

began to massage it

flowers filled the air. Once

Boyd kissed them again,

that again,”

arched an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for

nicely, I won’t

head as he gently tugged

tonight?”

languid look. “Not going back until you

hand still

and pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

you’re thinking about are off

frown deepened at

his shoulder. “No room for

glanced at the books on the coffee

cut him

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

books off

and headed for

night,

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

still here. Have you no

her hand. “She’ll

his embrace. “Then we’ll

doing it under the watchful eyes of a third

joking,

of bed.

that Boyd wasn’t in the

out, intending

was speaking with a detached tone on

before graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

anxious. “I think my major is totally

moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

their conversation, but she had

about what it entailed.

the bedroom, Serana

on her for a moment.

and handed Yasmine a glass of water.

temperature.”

watching Serana pick up an orange

it in the trash. She took a sip

reminded her of the way Bryson’s wife, Aliza, would

wife at home. She would cook a table of

house until it was

she prepared the meal.

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