Chapter 101

Hand it over Gilbert said, clearly pleased with himself.

"What?"

The towel. What else?"

Gibert shot her a look as if she had just asked the most absurd question. "What do you expect me to dry off with? Just air myself out?"

"Oh! Right, I'll grab it!" Sherilyn dashed into the bathroom, fetching a clean towel and handing it to him. "Here you go. Freshly laundered and sun-dried." Gilbert frowned, giving her a piercing look.

"What?" Sherilyn was puzzled, wondering what she had done now to upset Gilbert.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You expect me to do it myself?"

He raised his hands for her to see. "Look at me, all dusty from moving stuff around. Am I supposed to rub more dirt on my face?"

"So, um..." Sherilyn hesitated, "Should I... do it for you?"

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted it. Mr. Johnson hated having her fuss over him.

"Would you just...?"

"Hurry up!"

surprise, Gilbert merely glanced at her, urging her on. "Go on, then! What a dump, not even an elevator

for?"

Sherilyn

her heels, she was more than a head shorter than

bent down as Sherilyn reached up on her toes,

dabbing

a faint, pleasant

allowed him a clear view of her delicate features, flawless and soft as if one

10:32

apple bobbed,

on wiping off

this side

all fire and brimstone,

you meet up

will you

was that girl you were talking

other girls, don't even think about smiling at them, got

them have gone differently if she'd been

"All done."

and Gilbert suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling a bit lost.

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