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.

against the headboard, watching Alyssa's delicate face as

curled into a relieved

his hand and gently stroked the face he loved so

lingered; he was reluctant

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 one of his favorite love songs, his

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

hear him

to her now, he might

Lyse." Jameson leaned forward and planted a kiss

to

Schmidt".

himself to

had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be

final moment, he refused to lie to

knock sounded, and a

"Mr.

medications." As the helper approached, she noticed

in shock, and

"Mr.

you're hurt! I'll get the doctor to

exposed his flesh and could