Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Outside the TV station, the taping had just wrapped up, and all eyes seemed to drift in their direction.

There was this strapping, handsome guy, all smiles, exchanging whispers and sneaky laughs with those around him.

"Which celeb is that?"

"So hot!"

"Look how tall! Must be a model, right?"

"Hurry up!"

Sherilyn quickly draped her jacket over him.

"Can't stand the thought of anyone else laying eyes on me?"

Gilbert, misinterpreting her gesture, chuckled and playfully pinched her nose, "Got a bit of a jealous streak, huh, my little vinegar bottle?"

What the heck? Sherilyn was taken aback. He really knew how to twist things. She was just worried he'd catch a cold, okay?

It was her spilling her drink all over him that had him stripping here, in this chilly weather. If he got sick, it'd be on her.

With a grin, Gilbert slipped on the jacket, rolling up the stained shirt to toss in a nearby bin.

He showed her a toothy grin, "Alright, alright, I'm all yours. No peeks for anyone else!"

Suddenly, Sherilyn averted her gaze.

She just couldn't bring herself to face that smile of his...

Oak Manor, Fidelia greeted

I'll leave you to it. I'll tidy up the kitchen and dining room tomorrow morning. Goodnight." With that,

Gilbert had given her a

"Sherilyn,"

enveloped her in his arms, his cheek nestled in her neck, murmuring softly, "These past few days without you... do you have any idea how

ran through Sherilyn's heart, her lips parting slightly, "Yes, I did.

her chin and sealed her words

snowflakes began to

bodies intertwined like

was the closest

dawn broke, Gilbert

slid out of bed quietly,

he emerged, Sherilyn was awake, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, her hair loosely

"Did I wake

head. "Woke up on my

up, "So, you're leaving

seven o'clock

about breakfast? Won't you

shook his head, taking her

the airport.

see

course." Sherilyn had planned as much. She took his hand, "Let's

him

Sherilyn, their foreheads touching, "What's this

a face but didn't

lips