Try as she might, Grace just can't stay still, arching up toward him, less a gesture of encouragement than one of unconscious need. Breath short, she bites her lip, looking down at him though her eyes are half-closed. He knows just what he does to her, the way his touch gets to her, and there's never been any point in hiding that. Even when this was all they could have, she was hardly going to pretend she didn't love every minute of it. She just got lucky, she supposes, getting the best sex of her life and her first love in the same man. Even in these strange modern times, she doubts too many women can say the same. "Jerry..."