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.

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

into

gently stroked

was reluctant to pull

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

voice

couldn't hear

he knew that if he didn't sing to her now, he might never

and planted a kiss

tempted to

Schmidt".

he couldn't bring himself to say it for some

well aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the

this final moment, he refused to lie to

knock sounded, and a helper entered

"Mr.

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

widened in shock, and

"Mr.

to bandage it right away!" "No need

his flesh