"Sherilyn," Gilbert's voice was hoarse, "Stop it."
But Sherilyn, acting as if she hadn't heard a word, ignored him completely. Her face was buried in the nape of his neck, her lips still pressing kisses against his skin.
"Sherilyn!"
This time, his voice was deeper, rougher, carrying an edge of frustration.
Gilbert quickened his pace, almost running into the master bedroom.
Then, with a swift motion, Sherilyn found herself thrown onto the bed.
"Wait… uh…"
Before Gilbert could protest, Sherilyn had wrapped her arms around his neck, sealing his lips with hers.
"Sherilyn, Sherilyn…"
Finally, Gilbert managed to pull back, holding onto a shred of sanity as he fought hard to keep the fire in his eyes from igniting. "You forgot, the doctor said you need to rest these next few days."
Rest? Was this some kind of joke? She had been waiting for these days!
"I don't want to." Sherilyn pouted, her lips slightly pursed in a sulking yet adorable manner.
"I feel perfectly fine."
How could Gilbert possibly resist?
Swallowing hard, he brushed away a few strands of her disheveled hair, "Are you sure you're not feeling unwell?"
"Yes." Sherilyn nodded, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him closer.
Gilbert felt a surge of wild energy explode inside him...
His breath quickened, enveloping her, "If you feel unwell, you tell me immediately."
"Gilbert, you're such a nag! What's wrong with you?"
Was he being questioned now? That heartless woman! Didn't she see how much he cared?
Well, if that was how it was going to be, he wasn't going to hold back anymore...
Afterwards.
Gilbert got up to pour her a glass of water, telling her to drink slowly. "Take it easy."
"Mhm…" Sherilyn nodded, curling into his embrace.
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