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 at

served, nice and hot. Perfect timing. I'll leave you to it. I'll tidy up the

Gilbert had given her

"Sherilyn,"

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

heart, her lips parting slightly, "Yes, I did.

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

snowflakes began to

intertwined like

was the closest two souls

broke, Gilbert

of bed quietly,

awake, wrapped in

"Did I wake

head. "Woke

"So, you're leaving

seven o'clock

"What about breakfast? Won't

his head, taking

the

see

planned as much. She took

him to the foyer, watching him change

touching, "What's this today? Can't

a face but didn't argue

lips