Re: Outside of the Great Hall
"I think there may have been a point in my post-beard growing life where I was without stubble; probably near the beginning, because I hated the itching, but I've sense gotten over that completely," Liam offered before following the instructions of the photographer and wrapped his arm around Trouble, letting her step in close enough to him to do the same. He then looked down at her for a second, then back to the pictures at hand, rather enjoying the feeling of her close to him.
When the picture was taken, they shifted to another pose and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, as he stood a sight taller, and he smiled for the photo, but also for the feeling of her wrapped up against him. This, this one felt great, felt more like a couple's photo. He couldn't help it anymore, and he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "We have to talk after this. Privately, preferably. Don't worry, it's nothing bad... I don't think."
He had to, he had to tell the girl that he was falling pretty damn hard for her. Nearly in love with her, but he'd not dare use that word yet. It was far too early, and there was a chance she'd reject him after tonight at any rate.