Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The moment was fleeting, yet the sour tinge at the tip of Sherilyn's nose was unbearable.

The last person who had cradled her feet to warm them was her grandma...

"What do you think?" Gilbert asked, his face beaming with a look that screamed 'praise me.' "Did I do good?"

"Uh..." Sherilyn's voice was hoarse as she nodded.

She dared not speak, fearing that her emotions might betray her control.

That's it? Not receiving the expected praise, Gilbert felt a tad disappointed.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased, "Sweetheart, do you have athlete's foot or something?"

"What?" Sherilyn was taken aback. That was something she had never considered.

She mumbled, "No one's ever told me my feet stink."

"Silly."

Gilbert struggled to keep a straight face. "Who would tell you that to your face? They'd definitely talk behind your back."

That sorta made sense? Sherilyn was momentarily baffled.

"Not like me." Gilbert was enjoying this. "I'd tell you straight up."

"You're talking nonsense!" Sherilyn blushed, "Let me smell them then?"

Struggling, she tried to pull her foot away.

do the

close to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Mmm...smells great! Haha..." Sherilyn paused, then caught on.

"You're so annoying!"

"That's

help it; your foot is even smaller than

out loud, kissing her foot gently, his eyes sparkling

don't

her skin crawling, and she

"Don't..."

to fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as a fortress

"Heh."

the driver's seat, David

"Ms. Sherilyn,

I

my head. Don't

their foreheads touching,

Sherilyn could see every eyelash

accentuating his chiseled features... Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering why she'd

His dashing, debonair appearance.

was coated in poison, leading her to a point

Sherilyn was still asleep,

moved quietly, careful not to wake her, not even turning

time he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had opened

resentment welled up within

be so considerate now, why was he so stingy

of bed,

and headed to the bathroom