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...

Golden Oak Manor, Fidelia

you to it. I'll tidy up the kitchen and dining room

had given

"Sherilyn,"

in her neck, murmuring softly, "These past few days without you... do you have any idea how much I missed you?" He asked, "What about you? Did you miss

tremor ran through Sherilyn's heart, her lips parting slightly,

could finish, he lifted her chin and sealed her words with a

big snowflakes began

held Sherilyn close, their bodies intertwined like two spoons in a

closest two

dawn broke, Gilbert

out of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the

Sherilyn was awake, wrapped in

"Did I wake

her head. "Woke up on my

standing up, "So, you're leaving

seven

asking, "What about breakfast? Won't you eat at

early." Gilbert shook his head,

the airport.

see me

planned as much.

him to

foreheads touching, "What's this today? Can't bear to see me

a face

lips curved