Grace sighs, eyes fluttering shut as she tips her head up, anything to give him room, to keep the feel of his lips on her skin. There's nothing quite so exhilarating as the way he sounds saying her name at times like this, when it comes so readily to his lips that she doubts he's entirely aware he's said it. That need, deep-seated and true, warms her through and through.

She lets go of him long enough to shrug out of the sleeves of her dress, letting it slip down, though she's too content where she is just now to try and remove it entirely.