Camille moved past Liam toward the daybed and sat down on it, crossing one leg over the other, her blazer falling open slightly with the movement. She looked at him and patted the space beside her.
Liam sat.
She looked at him for a moment. The same assessing quality she had in the main room, but without the audience now, it was more direct. Less performed. Just her actually looking at him.
Then she shifted.
She moved fluidly, turning toward him and swinging one knee across so she was straddling his lap, settling her weight down onto him with the ease of someone who had decided to do something and saw no reason to be tentative about it.
Her hands came to rest on his shoulders.
Her face was close to his now, close enough that he could smell her perfume properly, something warm and not sweet, sitting low on her skin.
She looked at him from that distance.
