Becker's POV...

Her lips are soft and taste a mix of sweet and salty when our tongues collide; probably from crying.

We should move from the bathroom but I'm not ready to end our kiss. Her arms slowly glide up my bare back causing the air in my lungs to constrict. A tingling sensation moves within me, goosebumps spreading all over the surface of my skin. My mind knows this should be pure delight, yet I'm afraid my shaking body will expose any trepidation.

Our lips have ceased moving and we stare into each other's eyes. If only things were simple, if only I was normal I could fully engage in this physical experience.

Greya's hands move from my back to my torso. She waits patiently for me while the nervous fluttering in my stomach prepares me for fight or flight.

Her hands pressed firmly against my chest, unmoving over my heart. "Close your eyes Beck," she says in the most gentle tone. I can't do that, what is she thinking?

"Close your eyes," she repeats herself. "I've got you. Let yourself feel me...only me."

I follow her command, putting forth all my trust in her and deeply inhale. Apples and cinnamon fill my nostrils, helping me take comfort from her heavenly scent.

My mind focuses solely on her hands. They are soft and warm, the pressure gentle yet firm. I feel her long fingers brush along my sternum, slowly moving down to my abs. It tickles slightly when I feel her trace each muscle, causing me to smile.

"Keep your eyes closed," she reminds me. She's removed her hands from me, I don't know what to expect. I hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something light dropping onto the tile floor. Still, my eyes remain shut.

I feel her body heat just before I feel her arms reach around me. I'm ready for flight and forcing myself not to look when her flesh connects with mine. I can feel her bare stomach, her silk bra, her smooth arms and hands fully enclose me. Internally I'm a disaster, butterflies going crazy, and my limbs trembling in confusion.

"What do you feel, Becker? She asks me.

I don't know what I feel. Before I thought I would panic. I'm still shaking and nervous and at the same time her bare skin touching mine brings me relief. What once felt like tribulation, I now feel ...gratification.

She grazes her hands up and down my back in a comforting manner.

"B?" I wonder why she calls me that.

I realize what I feel so I burry my face into the crook of her neck, allowing my emotions to be set free. Her embrace remains soothing while she waits for me to answer.

She is teaching me what this should truly feel like, showing me that it's possible. It's time for me to grasp onto it.

My lips press just above her collarbone as my right arm pulls snug against her back, closing off any space between us.

"Love," I breathe into her neck. "I feel love."

After a moment we release our hold and I watch her soulful eyes study me. Her hand reaches up and wipes a tear from my eye.

"Are you okay, Beck?"

"I'm more than ok," I smile.

"You're still shaking," her hands skim down my arms and she looks at me with concern.

"This is a good type of shaking," I cup her face and smile again.

"Grey? Are you awake? What time is it?" We both step away from each other at the sound of Chase's voice.

Greya throws her shirt back on. "I'll be right up bud," she shouts back.

"There are ice packs in the freezer for your head and shoulder. Make yourself comfortable while I go check on Chase," she says, hurrying out of the bathroom.

We were so caught up in the moment, I almost forgot Chase was upstairs. It's still hard to believe that Greya is responsible for a child when she's barely an adult. She takes care of that kid better than most adults I know, and he's not just any kid, he has special needs. Thinking about everything she must do on a daily basis, shows me how remarkable she really is.

I rummage through the laundry room first, hoping to find a clean shirt. Luckily, I had left some clothes here the last time I stayed and she washed them. My arm is quite sore but I manage to get a dry shirt on, then make my way to the kitchen for some ice packs.

If I move too quickly, my head spins, which is not a good sign. If only it were possible for me to have one good night's sleep. Either way, the couch is looking good right about now.

The two of them are talking upstairs, so I lay down onto the cushions and prop my head on a pillow. With an ice pack across my shoulder and one on my head, I close my eyes and reflect on what happened in the bathroom.

At some point I drifted to sleep because it only seems like seconds went by before I'm startled awake. When I open my eyes, I find Greya covering me with a blanket.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she says.

I lift my head to try and sit up. "Don't get up, you need the rest," she tells me, pulling the blanket up to my chest.

"How's Chase? Is he sleeping?" I push further back in the couch so she has room to sit with me.

She sits sideways on the cushion so she's facing me allowing my head to remain on the pillow. "He's finally sleeping. He hasn't slept for the past four nights, instead he falls asleep at school. The doctor will have a plan for me I hope."

Poor kid, must be hard for him to know what time of day it is when all he sees is darkness.

As if she's reading my mind..." Usually I have him on a routine so his body knows when it's time to wake up and when it's time to sleep, but we've had so much change lately with Gram's passing and he's been staying up late when he goes to my games, we haven't had set dinner times, and now..."

"Me," I finish her sentence because it's true. "Now you're spending time with me."

She nods her head and reaches for my hand. "I want to spend time with you, we will make it work, but if any of us ever want sleep again, I need to get Chase back to some normalcy," she chuckles.

"You are doing a great job with him. You amaze me every day," I kiss the back of her hand.

She stands up suddenly, "If anyones getting sleep tonight it should be you. I'll wake you before Chase's appointment," she says.

"What time is his appointment? I can go with you if you'd like? I think the three of us need a day off tomorrow to figure out this new normalcy," I flash the puppy dog eyes at her, making her laugh.

"Okay, as long as Chase doesn't mind you there, I'll ask him in the morning," she leans over and kisses me.

"Good night Handsome."

"Stay, please," I lift my aching head up off the pillow and make room for her on the couch.

She pulls the ottoman over so she can sit down and put her feet up. She places the pillow on her lap and motions for me to lay my head on it. I love that she wants to take care of me, I only hope she gets some rest too.

Normally I'd have a hard time closing my eyes with someone in the room with me, but as soon as I feel her run her fingers through my hair my lids become heavy.

She continues to massage my scalp , each time combing my hair with her fingers. As if she's soothing all the tension in my mind and brushing all the pain away.

"Is this okay?" she whispers.

"More than okay, please don't stop."

At some point in the night she must've stopped because before I know it, the sun is shining through the windows. I can't remember the last time I had that many hours of sleep at one time without having a nightmare.

My phone says it's 7am. We have two hours before the appointment. Greya's head is slumped over the arm of the couch, her long hair sprawled out covering her face. Even in the state she's in, she's beautiful.

While she's still asleep, I decide to go into the kitchen and help her out the best way I can this morning.