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.

the headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face as she

into

gently stroked the

touch lingered; he was

Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..." Jameson softly sang one of his favorite love songs, his voice low and

emotions choking him made his voice crack, go off-key, and unbearable to

hear

knew that if he didn't sing to her now,

forward and

to

Schmidt".

himself to say

aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be

he refused to

and a helper entered with a

"Mr.

your medications." As the helper approached, she noticed the raw, hideous wound

in shock, and

"Mr.

the doctor to bandage it right

wound exposed his flesh and could