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...

Oak Manor, Fidelia greeted them at the

you to it. I'll tidy up the

given her a

"Sherilyn,"

without you... do you have any idea how much I missed you?" He asked, "What about you? Did you miss

ran through Sherilyn's heart, her

lifted her chin and sealed

as big snowflakes began to fall

Sherilyn close, their bodies intertwined

was the closest two souls

broke,

bed quietly, tiptoeing

he emerged, Sherilyn was awake, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, her

"Did

her head.

standing up, "So,

seven o'clock

"What about breakfast? Won't you eat

too early." Gilbert shook his head, taking her

the airport.

up, see me

had planned as much. She took his

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

their foreheads touching, "What's this

a face but didn't argue

Gilbert's lips