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 greeted

nice and hot. Perfect timing. I'll leave you to it. I'll tidy up the kitchen and dining room tomorrow morning.

given her a

"Sherilyn,"

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

Sherilyn's heart, her lips

she could finish, he lifted her chin and sealed her words

big snowflakes began to fall

close, their bodies intertwined like

the closest two souls

dawn broke, Gilbert

bed quietly, tiptoeing into

awake, wrapped in a cashmere

"Did I wake

Sherilyn shook her head.

"So, you're

seven o'clock

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

shook his head,

at the airport.

see me

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

downstairs, Sherilyn seeing him to

"What's this today? Can't

face but didn't

lips curved