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...

at Golden Oak Manor, Fidelia greeted them at the

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

had given her

"Sherilyn,"

past few days without you... do you have any idea how much I missed you?" He asked,

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

could finish, he lifted her chin

as big snowflakes

their bodies intertwined like two spoons in

was the closest two

broke,

of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the

in a cashmere shawl, her

paused, "Did

her head. "Woke

"So,

seven

checked the time, asking, "What about breakfast?

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

the airport.

up, see

much. She took his hand, "Let's

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

"What's this today? Can't

face but didn't

lips curved