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

into a relieved and

hand and gently stroked the face he

touch lingered; he was reluctant to pull

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 voice low and husky as he traced Alyssa's nose with

emotions choking him made his voice

hear him

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

and planted

really tempted to address her

Schmidt".

bring himself to

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

final moment, he refused

a helper

"Mr.

time for your medications." As the helper approached, she noticed the raw, hideous

shock, and

"Mr.

you're hurt! I'll get the doctor to bandage it right away!" "No

The wound exposed his flesh