"Happy birthday!" he muttered, as his lips brushed against her multiple times.
Rhea was too shocked to say 'thank you.' He remembered all along and that made it hard to understand things. Besides, he was being too close making her brain cells faint.
Ryan had straightened himself after intimidating her with a 'Happy Birthday'. She looked down and muttered. "You're late."
"Late, who?" he once again placed his hand on the door and leaned. "I don't think so," he said.
"It's already one in the morning. My friends would have already texted me when it was twelve," Rhea raised her brows just in order to get on his nerves.
"They all got it wrong. It's still not your birthday yet. I was waiting for the right time, but..." he paused. He also wanted to be the first one to wish her so he hurried then.
"Why is it not my birthday yet? How?" Rhea questioned.
