There is a ray of sunlight beaming through the window landing direct on the tiny bunk bed. His body is crammed next to hers and he can feel each gentle breath as she inhales ad exhales. He arms are wrap around her and for a moment his breath is taken away. She fits perfectly against him and his olive skin contrasts beautifully with her creamy alabaster skin.

Slowly he brushes one of the azure stands of hair out of her face. For now, he is content watching the shafts of sunlight dance and flicker across her pale skin. Her body is laid bare to him, her pearly breasts and rosy nipples but he does not touch her.

Already he sees the bruises from their lovemaking forming and her lower abdomen, shoulders, collarbone and back.

"I should have been more careful mi dulce. I am sorry." He whispers this in her ear wanting her to know that he didn't mean to, wanting to tell her how much he loved her and needed her and never wanted to hurt her.

The words are ghosts on his lips but the she awakens. Her storm grey eyes open slowly and she pushes her body upwards to sit up, leaning against the window. Gwen wraps her arms around her body hiding the sight of her body from him. Her eyes scan the morning dawn taking in the soft hues of yellows, pinks, purples and oranges.

"I'd love to paint this sunrise Principe. Just me, the paints and this." She whispers this so softly he almost doesn't catch her words. Alejandro smiles at this and rubs her back in small circles shifting her so she sits on his lap.

He catches the hitch in her breath as he sneaks a hand up her chest.

"Alejandro, no…" She says and he can sense the tired from her, sees it in her eyes but he wants her.

"Let me have you." He half growls this as he cups her beasts again; he hears her shudder feels her body give in to his touch.

"I will have you… Just say give me the word mi dulce..." He makes her mewl softly as his hands roam her body and he barely hears her as she whispers

"…Yes…"

He makes love to her again as dawn's rays wrap around the island and the day starts but falls asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

By the time he wakes Gwen has pushed his body away from hers and has begun the process of putting her clothes back on. A smiles stretches lazily across his face and he reaches out to pulls a strand of her hair.

"Running away mi dulce?"

She flinches; her eyes screwed shut and her body curling up tightly. He can almost see her retreat into herself as she has every night before.

I thought we had made progress…

"Gwen, what is wrong?" His hands are groping for her, to pull her to him but she only stares into him, her soulful eyes fervently raking into him.

"I can't do this. Alejandro… I can't…" Her words come out fast, each sounding more forced than before and for a moment her words are lost in the rustle of clothing. She has some difficulty pulling her shirt over stomach but as she soon as she does she turns to him.

Tears are forming at the corner of her eyes and Alejandro reaches out to cup her cheeks in is hands. His thumbs stroke her face pulling her close, closer. His lips hover over hers but then her flightiness is back.

She pulls back as if his touch has burned her and then she is gone. The sunlight is too warm against his skin now; the only thing on his mind is her.

His breath crashes in his throat and for a moment he is numb. He runs his fingers over the pane of glass and sees her.

She is running and crying and then he is running after her that damned punk. Alejandro closes his fist and smashes it against the glass. Shards of glass and blood are flying but it doesn't matter.

He cradles his blood-ridden hand but feels nothing, sees nothing. There is a cold numbness and Gwen was the only who could feel it.

"She will be mine..."