[Oh.] Zyrax says quietly.
Yeah. Oh.
I say nothing, mostly because she looks so proud of herself right now.
“How did you even know it was my birthday?” I ask once the silence stretches too long.
Layla shifts her weight slightly. “When I was printing your details from the Alpha board stats thing, I saw your date of birth.” Her eyes brighten again. “October fourth.”
A rough breath leaves me and I shove both hands into my pockets.
Unfortunately, that also reminds me there are four condoms currently sitting in the back pocket of my pants like I’m the biggest i***t alive.
My jaw tightens slightly and I force my expression back into something neutral.
“I don’t celebrate my birthday,” I say flatly. “At all.”
Slowly, her smile drops and she blinks.
“You don’t?” she asks quietly.
I don
