Chapter 5- the tour guide
Spencer woke in the morning, and took a moment to gather his bearings and face reality. For six years he had dreamed kissing Delaney, about doing much more explicit things with Delaney, and last night, she had actually told him she missed him. She had actually kissed him on the cheek. With a new found confidence, he dressed. Spencer had never been a man overly concerned about his appearance, but for the first time in a long time, he paused in the mirror wondering how he would look to her at breakfast.
Delaney walked into the lobby in rolled up khaki capris, a black fitted t-shirt, and all red accessories, a chunky necklace, a little clutch, and flip-flops. Spencer smiled while he watched her, she hadn't spotted him yet, and he took the opportunity to check out her whole package. "Hey, too much?" she asked, and he hoped she hadn't noticed him staring at her chest. "No, you look great," he said, and he noticed a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, though he imagined plenty of men better than himself had told her that before.
Soon they were walking down the road to a café Spencer knew, in a comfortable silence, and Spencer's minds wandered to what people passing them on the street would think. Would people see them as a couple? Would people assume they were siblings or strangers…no, they were walking too close to be strangers…business associates maybe? When Spencer went somewhere with J.J., the only other beautiful blonde he had ever spent time with outside of an office, he assumed people could tell they were co-workers because of their body language. Delaney was walking close to him and talking quietly about an article on d.c. she had read online. She was looking him in the eye and smiling as she spoke to him, as though she honestly wanted him to enjoy her story. Spencer smiled, savoring the idea that passersby might easily mistake them as a couple.
They spent most of the morning site-seeing, eventually jumping on a tour bus to get a quicker look around downtown. Out of compulsion he interrupted the tour guide every time he misquoted or gave an incorrect figure, and was relieved that Delaney seemed amused rather than embarrassed when the tour guide finally quit giving details at all. When the tour ended, they walked around, looking for a place to eat lunch. She kept insisting on taking pictures of him standing places, and he took a few of her acting silly in front of statues, or pretending to kiss busts of the presidents. Then, she stopped a passerby without hesitation and asked them to take a shot of the two of them together in front of the Lincoln memorial. He stood with his hands in his pockets and put on his best smile, until the woman said "Oh, come on; hug your girlfriend for the picture!" He blushed, and started to correct her when Delaney said "Yeah, hug your girlfriend for the picture," and threw an arm around him. He put his arm around her, shyly, and failed miserable at hiding his excited at the warmth of her body, and the way his fingers lightly dusted the curve of her hip. "One more, Please!" Delaney begged the lady as she quickly turned and posed kissing Spencer's cheek. "Wonderful!" the lady said as she returned her camera. As they checked out the pictures, both laughed. Spencer looked either horrified or mortified in the shot of her lips touching his skin.