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...

Manor, Fidelia

and hot. Perfect timing. I'll leave you to it. I'll tidy up the kitchen

Gilbert had given her

"Sherilyn,"

cheek nestled in her neck, murmuring softly, "These past few days without you... do you have

her lips parting slightly, "Yes, I

lifted her chin and sealed her words with a

as big snowflakes began to fall

bodies intertwined like two spoons in

closest

dawn broke,

quietly, tiptoeing into

awake, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, her hair

paused, "Did I wake

Sherilyn shook her head.

up, "So, you're

the seven o'clock

the time, asking, "What about breakfast?

Gilbert shook his head, taking her

at the airport.

up, see me

Sherilyn had planned as much.

seeing him to

embracing Sherilyn, their foreheads touching, "What's this today? Can't

a face

lips