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 she

lips curled into a relieved and

his hand and gently stroked

was

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

voice crack, go off-key, and unbearable

hear him

to her now, he might never

leaned forward and planted a

to address her

Schmidt".

he couldn't bring himself to say

wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually

refused to

a

"Mr.

approached, she noticed the raw, hideous wound on

eyes widened in shock, and she nearly

"Mr.

to bandage it right away!" "No need

nothing." The wound exposed his flesh and could easily