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."

the vibrant red yarn

commenting,

really warm

his hand away, "Stop touching, you'll get

"Fine, I won't touch. After all, it's going to

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

decide to knit me

didn't have anything as nice to give you

you talking

cut off mid-sentence by Gilbert. His lips curved in a smile as he looked down

gaze and smile were pure and

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

"Sounds good."

in, bringing their

"What do you want to do after we

Sherilyn didn't catch

go shopping,

head. "No

that his Sherilyn wasn't much

suggested, "Then let's catch

looked at him, puzzled and a