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.

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

into

his hand and gently stroked the face

touch lingered; he was reluctant to pull

too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you; you'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much..." Jameson softly sang

voice crack, go off-key, and

couldn't hear

to her now, he might never have

Jameson leaned forward and

really tempted to address her

Schmidt".

he couldn't bring himself to say it for

and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be

this final moment, he refused

knock sounded, and a helper entered with a

"Mr.

the helper approached, she

and she nearly

"Mr.

to bandage it right away!"

exposed his flesh and could easily become