I drag my fingers down his clothed chest. "W-What are y-you doing..." his forehead creases in confusion. "Do you trust me?" I question bringing my eyes to meet his. "I-I what are you saying Amber?" his face turned crimson. "It's a simple question, Grey." I encouraged as I lean into him further. Our noses practically touching. I could feel his minty breath fanning my face. "I trust you Amber." he breathes not moving away from my touch. We stay like this for what seems like hours. Until I break the calming sound of only our breaths. "If you refuse to make a move, I will, Grey." I stated.