"Ooh—!"
"Goodness, Lilith!"
Lilith's world momentarily slowed, and her heart raced as she found herself captivated by Amon's eyes. The shock immobilized her, rendering her unable to avert her gaze immediately.
'Shit! She can't be looking at me!'
Amon, sensing her distress, acted swiftly, pulling her towards him so that her face nestled against his chest, averting the gaze that could hold the essence of death. The proximity made her blush, the warmth spreading across her cheeks.
"Lilith, are you okay?"
She didn't answer. She heard his heart beating fast against his chest, too. Lilith couldn't even help to think that the Grim Reaper is like a human, too, his heart beating quickly, echoing hers.
Well, a Grim Reaper isn't dead in the first place. How did she assume that he doesn't have a beating heart?
Probably because of the notion that as Death, you're dead, too.
"Hey, Lilith… answer me."