Chapter 2. Crazy Lovers

Evelyn

After what felt like an hour of relentless bickering and a barely controlled wrestling match, Jacob and Bianca finally collapsed onto the couch. Both were panting, disheveled, and bruised—though we all knew Jacob had gone easy on her. Let’s be real: one solid punch from him could probably send ten Evelyns and ten Biancas straight to heaven.

“Are you two done now?” I asked, trying—and failing—not to laugh. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I’d witness two grown adults behaving like this.

“Yeah,” they grumbled in unison, their synchronized reply only making my lips twitch with amusement.

“Great,” I said, standing up. “Once you two finish catching your breath, we’re setting the table together. I’m starving, and I’m sure you are too.”

Jacob, of course, couldn’t help himself. “Well, I doubt we can eat if Bianca cooked.”

Bianca’s head snapped up like she’d been personally insulted by the gods. “Excuse me, you absolute piece of shit