Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 69

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert called out, tempted to shake Sherilyn awake and get straight answers. "Come on, stop playing possum! Let's talk this out!"

"Ugh, so loud!" Sherilyn groaned, swatting the air as if to shoo him away. "I want to sleep."

Was she annoyed with him?

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh despite himself. Why was he even arguing with someone. three sheets to the wind? "You're just crashing here? Don't you want a shower first?"

"A shower?" Sherilyn seemed to struggle with the concept, her thoughts as clear as mud. Surprisingly, she leaned closer to Gilbert.

"Do I stink?" she asked, her face inches from his, their noses almost touching.

Gilbert's heart skipped a beat. What was she up to? He backed away slightly, his voice. faltering, "Just... talk properly, will you?"

But it was as if she hadn't heard him. Pulling at her shirt collar, she insisted, "Come on, smell. I'm not stinky, right?"

escape, he caved, playing along. "Yeah, you smell just fine.

I don't need a shower. I'm just, um, naturally fragrant. I'm off to bed!" She raised her hand, waving lazily at him. "Night,

swallowed hard, stuttering out a

the sound of steady breathing filled the room. Sherilyn had fallen

her cheeks flushed with the warmth of alcohol, a

stopping short as he remembered she hated physical

What w

calm, he reminded himself. There was no way he could fall for Sherilyn,

hard liquor leaving its mark. Rubbing her

could it be? Flashes of the previous night flickered through.

her mouth in shock.

But that seemed impossible.

be Yates. After all, Yates had brought her back and even treated her to dinner. The more she thought about it, the

shower, she grabbed her room key