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 greeted them

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

Gilbert had given

"Sherilyn,"

without you... do you have any

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

lifted her chin and

snowflakes began to fall over

Sherilyn close, their bodies intertwined like two spoons

closest two souls

dawn broke,

bed quietly,

in a cashmere

"Did I wake

head. "Woke up on

standing up, "So, you're

the seven

"What about breakfast? Won't you eat

too early." Gilbert shook his head, taking her hand.

at the airport.

up, see me

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

walked downstairs, Sherilyn seeing him to the foyer, watching him change

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

made a face but

lips