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.

watching

lips curled into a

his hand and gently stroked the

was reluctant

so much..." Jameson softly sang one

voice crack,

hear him

he didn't sing to her now,

Jameson leaned forward and

to address her

Schmidt".

couldn't bring himself to say it

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

moment, he refused to lie to himself any

sounded, and a helper entered with a

"Mr.

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

and she nearly dropped

"Mr.

doctor to bandage it right away!" "No

his flesh and could easily become