Can’t Win Me Back

The warm, early morning sun bathed Rose Island in golden light.

The fine, white sand on the beach shimmered with a dazzling radiance.

The bedroom Alyssa was in was as dark as night.

Heavy, luxurious velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight completely.

In such an atmosphere, someone exhausted from a night of struggle could easily sleep through the day.

But Jameson woke up early.

After a night of relentless nightmares, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen.

The moment he opened his eyes, he reached out frantically, his hands trembling.

He exhaled in relief when he felt the warmth of Alyssa's body beside him.

Then, he sat up in bed.

The bed was a mess, not from lovemaking but from Alyssa's frenzied struggles the night before.

At the very last moment, Jameson forced himself to suppress his urge to dominate her.

leaned weakly against the headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face as she

chapped, pale lips curled into a relieved and

he lifted his hand and gently stroked the

he was reluctant

you; you'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..." Jameson softly sang one of his favorite love songs, his voice low and husky as he traced Alyssa's nose

choking him made his voice crack, go

hear

to her now, he might never have the chance

Jameson leaned forward and planted a kiss on

tempted to address her

Schmidt".

he couldn't bring himself to say it

a wedding and shared the same

refused

sounded, and a helper

"Mr.

medications." As the helper approached,

widened in shock, and she nearly

"Mr.

I'll get the doctor to bandage it right away!"

exposed his flesh and could easily