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

didn’t reply, only managing a stiff

Serana’s smile

comforting.

was lounging on the sofa, perusing the stack

reserved charm that struck

her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand

him with faint disgust. “I wanted

nice,” he

you like the scent of

beside him,

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her

work.”

the drawer

cream. He squeezed a generous amount onto

began to massage

the air. Once her hands were soft

kissed them

do that again,” he

an eyebrow, admiring her well-cared-for hands. “Fine,

I won’t make it difficult for

he gently tugged at her ear. “Staying

tonight?”

a languid look. “Not going back until you finish my

paused, hand still on

pushed his hand away. “Of course. But until

thinking about are

deepened

his shoulder.

books on the

cut

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

frustration, Boyd swept the books off the table, scooped

and headed for

tomorrow night, no

and leaned over

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have

hand. “She’ll

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

to doing it under the watchful eyes of

wasn’t joking, Boyd

of bed. “I’m going to

Yasmine found that Boyd

and stepped out, intending to

yet, and Boyd was speaking with a

two years before graduation.

he said.

anxious. “I think my major

a moment before conceding,

it’s up to you.”

a sigh of

caught the beginning of their conversation, but she

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood

lingering on her for a moment. “I’ve got homework.

glass of water. “It’s

temperature.”

pick up an orange

in the

wife, Aliza, would play the part of

home. She would cook a

tidy the house until it was spotless,

she prepared the meal.

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