Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 443

He looked at her with a kind of determination that reminded one of burning bridges behind oneself.

He was betting – betting on whether or not she harbored any feelings for him.

But what choice did Sherilyn have? Her eyes, clear and distinct in their black and white, nodded slightly as she tiptoed. "…Okay."

The soft press of her lips against his, a kiss that was tentative, barely beginning before it ended.

Yet, from a spark can come a wildfire.

Gilbert quickly wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against him, as if wishing he could merge her into his very being.

Then, he opened his mouth.

“Ouch.”

This wasn’t a kiss. It was more of a bite.

Sherilyn winced in pain, frowning. “Gilbert, that hurts.”

“Does it?”

Gilbert cradled the back of her head, releasing her as he caught his breath. Upon inspection, her lips were swollen.

He raised his hand in a slight annoyance, gently caressing her lips.

“I'm sorry.”

It was just a brief lapse in control.

Their foreheads touched, his hands cradling her face, his voice deep and entangled with a hint of severity, contradictory, much like him.

“You kissed me, you can't walk away now!”

He kissed her lightly for each word he spoke.

“I gave you a chance to leave, and you chose to stay. Now, you don't get to regret it.”

Sherilyn leaned into him, shaking her head, “I never wanted to regret…”

Damn!

Just those words made Gilbert feel as if they were worth more than a thousand sweet nothings and solemn vows.

His heart, almost wilted from her missed appointment, blossomed again with renewed hope.

His palms caressed her soft cheeks, holding onto the last bit of defiance, “Alright, considering your sincere attitude, I'll forgive you for tonight!”

Sherilyn’s lips curved in a smile, “Thank you, oh!”