“So, how’s your love life?” I inquired, watching Jared devour the pancakes I whipped up for breakfast.“Meh,” he mumbled between bites.“Don’t tell me the infamous college playboy lost his charm this soon,” I teased, rolling my eyes.“I’m just not feeling the whole dating scene anymore,” he admitted.“Ah, Mr. Smith wanted to settle down now, huh?” I teased, grinning.“Kinda,” he confessed, running a hand through his hair.“Got someone in mind?” I prodded.“Not really. Still waiting,” he replied, snagging a pancake from my plate.“Hey!” I protested, slapping his hand away.“What? They’re too good to resist. Should’ve made more,” he said with a smirk as I loaded the dishwasher.“Make them yourself,” I retorted, huffing.“So, spill. How was your love life?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. My heart skipped a beat before I composed myself.“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Eva. It’s okay,” he assured me gently.“I know,” I nodded, forcing a sad smile as I gazed at my bare
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