Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Ms. Gomez."

There was a knock at the door, followed by the housekeeper's voice. She was there to ask, "What about Mr. Thompson's medication?"

Looking at the man sprawled out on the bed, Sherilyn puffed out her cheeks in resignation. "Let's skip it tonight."

He was in no condition to take his meds, especially after drinking.

"Alright then."

The housekeeper left, quietly closing the door behind her.

The room fell silent.

Gilbert was restless on the bed, probably feeling under the weather, his brows furrowed slightly.

After watching him for a few moments, Sherilyn pulled the covers up over him.

Then, she turned off the main light and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she came back, Gilbert seemed more at peace, his features relaxed.

Feeling reassured, Sherilyn picked up her pillow from the bed and made her way to the couch.

There was no helping it; the bed was fully occupied, so the couch was her only option tonight.

Considering his discomfort, she decided not to make a fuss about it.

For Gilbert, the couch might have been uncomfortably short, but for Sherilyn, it was just right. She yawned, turned over, and quickly fell asleep.

...

Gilbert woke up in the middle of the night, slightly disoriented.

Where was he? On a bed?

Then it hit him, he was in Sherilyn's bed! But where was Sherilyn?

Turning on the bedside lamp, he spotted her slender figure on the couch. She had given up her bed for him?

Crouching down beside her, a bitter smile played on his lips as he whispered softly, "You'd rather sleep on the couch than with me?"

Then, he gently lifted her, placing her back in bed with utmost care to not wake her.

After tucking her in, he headed to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol and fatigue.

Coming out, he wore nothing.

The reason was simple: this wasn't his room, and he had no change of clothes.

About to Gilbert

down on the couch,

gazing then turned back et

at Sherilyn's sleeping face.

a determined heart...

He slid under the covers, stretching an arm to pull her close.

...

Morning came.

Sherilyn was jolted awake by her phone vibrating.

Instinctively reaching for it, hoping to silence the alarm...

Instead of her phone, her hand found a solid chest.

Confused, she opened her eyes, only to be met with a handsome face up close!

Gilbert, now awake from her touch, stroked her hair, "Looking for this?" He reached over to the nightstand,. grabbing her phone to turn off the alarm, then wrapped his arms around her naturally. "Let's sleep a bit more, wake up fully refreshed, and then I'll get up with you.

Staying in bed a little longer after the alarm had gone off was her routine.

"...?" Sherilyn was caught off guard, her heart racing.

What was happening?

As realization dawned upon her, she looked up sharply at him, her mind finally catching up.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"Hmm?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you invite me?"

Sherilyn's eyes widened in shock, remembering she had indeed given up her bed...

But wait, she had fallen asleep on the couch! How did she end up in bed?

"What did you do?" Sherilyn narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him.

"What could I possibly have done?"

Gilbert's hand caressed her cheek gently, "The couch is hardly

comfortable. This bed is big enough

for both of us, isn't that now t

"No, I... Uh..."

Before she could protest, his lips silenced hers.

Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of sensations...

swnov

In the midst of their embrace, Sherilyn suddenly froze, not daring to move an inch... This man, he was completely naked!