Grey remained frozen above Amunet for so long that the tension between them slowly changed, the heat of the moment fading just enough for the weight of her words to settle properly.
He didn't avoid her gaze or search for some joke to escape behind either, he simply stared down at her while an old memory surfaced with enough clarity that he almost laughed at the absurdity of it. It wasn't the first time someone had given him this exact ultimatum.
If he remembered correctly, Sabrina's words had been damn near identical, and now that he thought about it, their positions hadn't been all that different either. Amunet was still beneath him with her thighs around his waist and the warmth of her body pressed against his lower half, yet much like back then, Grey knew there was no chance he could keep going after hearing those words.
