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,”

reply, only

left the kitchen, thinking Serana’s

comforting.

was lounging on the sofa, perusing the

charm that struck a chord

held out her hand. Puzzled, he took her hand

with faint disgust. “I

smells nice,” he

So you like the scent of

her down beside him,

Washing dishes?”

her lips together tighter, withdrawing her hand. “I did half

work.”

into the drawer under the coffee table,

hand cream. He squeezed a generous

to

filled the air. Once her hands were soft

Boyd kissed them

do that again,”

admiring

I won’t make

he

tonight?”

gave him a languid look. “Not going back until you finish

hand still

smirked and pushed his hand away. “Of

thinking about

frown deepened at

patted his shoulder. “No

at the books on the coffee table. “What about starting

cut him off

“Five days from now.”

“No.”

“Three days.”

“No.”

off the table, scooped

headed for the

tomorrow night, no

the bed and leaned over her, Yasmine put

mouth. “Serana’s still here. Have you

hand. “She’ll

embrace. “Then we’ll talk after she

the watchful

she wasn’t joking,

got out of bed. “I’m

Yasmine found that Boyd

out, intending to

speaking with a

graduation. You’re thinking

he said.

sounded anxious. “I think my major is

for a moment before conceding, “If you’ve

it’s up to you.”

breathed a sigh of

the beginning of their

about what it entailed.

bedroom, Serana stood up from the sofa,

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

handed Yasmine a glass of

temperature.”

pick up an orange

toss it in the trash.

wife, Aliza,

wife at home. She would cook a table

until it

she prepared the meal.

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