Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn," Gilbert's voice was hoarse, "Stop it."

But Sherilyn, acting as if she hadn't heard a word, ignored him completely. Her face was buried in the nape of his neck, her lips still pressing kisses against his skin.

"Sherilyn!"

This time, his voice was deeper, rougher, carrying an edge of frustration.

Gilbert quickened his pace, almost running into the master bedroom.

Then, with a swift motion, Sherilyn found herself thrown onto the bed.

"Wait... uh..."

Before Gilbert could protest, Sherilyn had wrapped her arms around his neck, sealing his lips with hers.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn..."

Finally, Gilbert managed to pull back, holding onto a shred of sanity as he fought hard to keep the fire in his eyes from igniting. "You forgot, the doctor said you need to rest these next few days." Rest? Was this some kind of joke? She had been waiting for these days!

"I don't want to." Sherilyn pouted, her lips slightly pursed in a sulking yet adorable manner.

"I feel perfectly fine."

How could Gilbert possibly resist?

Swallowing hard, he brushed away a few strands of her disheveled hair, "Are you sure you're not feeling unwell?"

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him closer.

of

you feel unwell,

nag! What's

heartless woman! Didn't she see how much he

to be, he wasn't going to

Afterwards.

up to pour her a glass of water, telling her to

curling

wrapped his arms around her waist, not

that Sherilyn was particularly eager tonight, almost desperate - perhaps Sherilyn was

Edgar, he hadn't returned her

right? That must be why she

he whispered her

"Hmm?"

her forehead gently.

looked up

hers, their intimacy undeniable, "I still

run after

two broke up. He's nothing to

can't stand the

you

Seeing him and completely

it

I won't do

losing her to anyone

tightened

if you see