"Hey, got a question for you." Gilbert's tone was lighthearted, but he pressed on with a serious question, "Why would someone dislike... or be afraid of getting close to others?"
Yates immediately picked up on the underlying issue, his amusement deepening.
"What's the matter, Sherilyn doesn't like getting cozy with you?"
"Ugh!"
Glancing around to ensure they were alone, Gilbert reluctantly nodded and lowered his voice.
"Whenever I get close to her, she always seems... really nervous."
"Oh..."
Yates gave him a knowing look and clapped him on the shoulder. "Be honest, are your moves a bit off?"
What?? Gilbert was taken aback and instinctively began to object, "How could..."
But he stopped short, memories flooding back. He recalled their early days of marriage, those few awkward and rushed occasions they'd been intimate...
He vaguely remembered Sherilyn crying.
Seeing the confusion on his face, Yates couldn't help but laugh.
"So? Is it true? When you guys got married, Sherilyn was only twenty, practically a kid... Maybe you left her with a bit of trauma."
"Get lost!" Annoyed, Gilbert shrugged off Yates and left with his tray of food.
"Mr. Gilbert! Better step up your game!"
Gilbert ignored the comment, wondering if Yates could be right.
It couldn't be, could it? Although their early attempts were far from perfect, he felt there had to be another reason for Sherilyn's reluctance...
Running a bit late, he returned to their room to find Sherilyn already out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe.
"Back already?"
She handed him a bottle of soda she'd taken from the fridge, "I didn't realize it was fizzy. I don't like carbonated drinks, so I only had a sip. You can have the rest."
"Sure."
Gilbert took it, downing half in one gulp.
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