“I’ve also just checked an e-copy of your marriage certificate. It turns out that the name there isn’t yours. It’s called Benyamin Wilde. So, in this present messed-up timeline, you were never Rebecca’s husband. Not even for a second. You didn’t even get married yet, so…” she brought her lips closer to his cheek. “Wouldn’t it be totally fine if we kiss each other right here and now?” Rye’s words skipped Benjamin’s heartbeat. He turned his head away to his left.

Rye didn’t like that, but she di