Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Of course, Sherilyn could have been knitting for herself, but Gilbert had a hunch that wasn't the case. So, who was it for?

Sherilyn flashed a playful smile. "What's the matter? Interrogating me?"

She took the bag from his hands, her tone light and breezy, "Who else would it be for? It's for you."

"For me..." Gilbert echoed, stunned.

In disbelief, he repeated again, "Me?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded earnestly, pulling out some yarn from the bag to inspect it, "I've decided to knit you a sweater. This should be enough."

With that, she even made measuring gestures against him.

Gilbert was dazed for a moment, then puzzled, "This... vibrant red color?"

"Is there a problem?" Sherilyn pouted. "It's a great color. You shouldn't always wear just black and white. So dull for someone your age."

She was quite pleased with her choice, "Bold colors like this suit someone with your looks."

A compliment!

Sherilyn had complimented his looks!

Gilbert raised his eyebrows, unable to suppress a grin, quickly changing his tune, "I think so too."

red yarn seemed much more

touched it, commenting, "It's

really warm as a

"Stop touching, you'll get

obediently withdrew his hand, smiling brightly, "Fine, I won't touch. After

since he couldn't touch the yarn, he reached for Sherilyn's hand

you decide to knit me

me this amazing gift, and I didn't have anything as nice to give you in

are you

smile as he looked down at her, "How could I? I love it. I'll

and smile

her hand away. "Alright then, I'll let

"Sounds good."

in, bringing their

he asked, "What do you want to do after

didn't catch

shopping, buy

shook her head. "No

forgetting for a moment that his

he suggested,

puzzled