Emily Harper
My mouth dropped open at the realization of what he had just said. Happy birthday, Emily Harper, Rye's words lingered inside my head.
Tilting his head at an angle, he raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you not know it was your birthday?" he asked, frowning.
I shook my head, realizing that I had forgotten my own date of birth. OMG. "No," I blurted out, mentally chiding myself for not remembering. I guess the past few days had been too rough for me that I had no time to think about my own life. "I mean, yes. It's my birthday. Wow, I totally forgot."
Rye's face broke into a smile. "Happy birthday, then," he said.
For a moment there, I was speechless. I just stood where I was, unable to say anything. "But Rye. This is too much," I insisted, forcing the words out of my mouth. "You
