Grace huffs out a laugh, stretching languorously against the bed, teeth tugging at her lower lip. It still feels like her body's reaching for something, wanting more, but when he's standing there like that, gorgeous as can be, and she feels so lovely and warm, she can hardly complain. Reaching for his hand, she smiles, a low hum in her throat. "Come here," she says, free hand running along her body, just for the sake of being touched. "Jerry..."