"So now you want it, Sister Lilith? Did kissing in front of everyone make you hot?" Richard said.
His smile couldn't have been brighter.
But those words only served to irritate Lilith. She pushed him away. Though the push was light, Richard was still forced back a step.
"To my room," Lilith uttered before stepping toward an open door with a staircase inside.
Richard felt like laughing but held it back. This was completely different from how things were with Grace. Grace didn't make much of a fuss. Lilith was her polar opposite, a trait that clashed intensely with his own personality.
Naturally, Richard followed behind her.
The woman removed the tiara from her head and pulled at her blonde hair, letting the bun unravel until it cascaded down, long enough to reach her waist. It was thick and wavy, a brilliant blonde like gold radiating light.
The best part of Lilith was undoubtedly her blonde hair. Richard felt that no hair could be more beautiful than hers.
