Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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!"

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

for?"

okay." Sherilyn nodded,

a noticeable height difference between them; without her heels, she

as Sherilyn reached up on her toes, asking, "Can

gently dabbing his forehead with the

faint, pleasant

distracted, being this close allowed him a clear view of her delicate

10:32

Adam's apple bobbed, his throat

concentrating on wiping off his sweat, quiet and

hadn't seen this side

fire and brimstone,

did you meet up

will

who was that girl you were talking to

be looking at other girls, don't

things between them have gone differently if

"All done."

back, and Gilbert suddenly snapped back to