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Chapter 16: First (Spencer's POV)

"Shall we have the chandelier polished now? Before the sweeping?" I asked, looking down at Delilah. The engagement party is tonight, so we're currently standing at the staircase, watching the preparations take place the same way I had done for the ball.

"Probably. Don't tell me you make Ms. Sunny clean the chandeliers though."

I frowned, "Who else will clean them?"

"Spencer," she scoffed.

"She's not that old, is she?" I mumbled to myself, watching as Ms. Sunny barked out instructions for the decorations.

"Spencer!" Delilah scolded.

"What?"

"Someone else should do it. You have staff younger and fitter than her, come on," she sighed, looking ahead and watching. She blinked, her head snapping back to me. "Why don't you clean it?"

"Me?" I chuckled.

Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, you. You're just as capable as everybody else here. You clean it."

"I'm not cleaning that, Delilah."

She chuckled, starting to move towards the staircase. "Yes, you are."

"I'm not!" I called out after her.

But I am. Here I am, not even two minutes later, cleaning the chandelier myself.

From earlier this week when Delilah and I had an argument up until today, our engagement night, I've been trying my best to be a good fiancé to be and she's been doing the same. We haven't argued, so I'd say that's some progress, and I've gotten to know her a bit better. But every time it comes to letting her in, I can't do it.

I've spent so long keeping people at arm's length, that now when I don't want to do anymore, I don't know how not to. I don't know if I should trust her, I don't know if I should give our relationship a real chance, I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with her. I just know there's no way she's holding this ladder properly. "If I fall down, Delilah!"

"You won't," she laughed, shaking the ladder under me.

I closed my eyes, letting out a frustrated breath before looking down at her. "Come up here."

"What?"

"I said, come up here. You think it's all fun and games, don't you? Come here."

"And have you hold the ladder? Absolutely not, I think you'll make me fall intentionally."

I rolled my eyes. "Then come up here with me. There's so much staff watching this show we're putting on for them, surely they can hold the ladder," I smirked, looking over at all of my staff who were standing in one line, watching us in shock and amusement.

"Spencer, I don't think—"

"Delilah, I swear to god, I will throw this chandelier on you."

She sighed, looking over at the staff hesitantly.

"Go on," Ms. Sunny smirked in amusement, handing her a rag.

I chuckled to myself softly while Delilah looked down at her t-shirt and jeans and then up at me. "Fine. It can't be that hard." She looped the rag through her belt loop and then climbed on from the opposite side, so we were standing on two different sides of the same ladder. She glanced down once and then stopped, her face inches from mine when she reached my level. "There. I'm up here." She held onto the handle with one hand and took the rag out, starting to dust off the chandelier.

I watched her in amusement, cleaning my half of the chandelier, my eyes drifting over to her face every so often. "What if I kissed you right now?" I asked bluntly.

She lost her balance, falling backward but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back forward while everybody standing at the bottom gasped, getting frightened. She caught her breath, staring at me in shock. "What did you just ask me?"

"I asked, what if I kissed you right now?"

Ms. Sunny cleared her throat. I'm well aware that they can hear us, I just don't care.

"Are you insane?" Delilah whisper-yelled.

"No, I'm just logical. It would be weird and uncomfortable if we only kissed in front of an audience at the wedding. The engagement party is tonight, it would be more convincing if we showed them tonight."

"Show them what exactly?"

"That we're a real couple."

"You mean that we can act like a real couple," she corrected.

I eyed her momentarily before nodding. "In order to act like a real couple," I mocked, "We need to do what real couples do, Delilah."

"And what do you couples do, Spencer?"

"I think they kiss."

"No," she laughed, shaking her head and focusing on the chandelier.

"Yes, I think they do," I persisted.

She huffed in frustration, staring at me. "I don't think the top of a ladder, under a very expensive chandelier is the best place to have this conversation or kiss. So why don't we clean this first and talk about this later?"

"Suit yourself," I mumbled, blowing some dust onto her.

She blinked, coughing and turning her head the other way before smacking my arm. We cleaned this one, which was thankfully the only one that needed cleaning tonight since the party would be in the backyard, not the ballroom. After that, we left Ms. Sunny to supervise the rest and both of us headed to get ready.

This past week, Delilah has slept in her own room. Except when something happens and she screams, getting absolutely horrified before running into my room, slamming the door shut behind her so nothing could follow her inside. I've gotten used to it now. It's not that bothersome, really. I just get a few kicks here and there until I have no choice but to lock her legs between mine. Or a few pushes and elbows in the ribs here and there until I have no choice but to put my arms around her waist and keep her close so she doesn't have enough room to push me off my own bed.

And she is by no means a light sleeper because she has no idea that we get cozy every time she sleeps in my bed. It's either that or she overworks herself every single day and is too tired to notice. Or she's already noticed and just doesn't want to mention it now.

"Will you get ready in the other room?" I asked while taking my suit for tonight out of the closet and hanging it at the front.

"I don't know," she mumbled, waiting for me to come out of the closet so she could grab her dress, but I grabbed it for her instead, holding it out.

"Do you need most of the room?" I questioned.

She shook her head. "Only the vanity and bathroom."

I nodded. "Then you can get ready here, it doesn't matter."

She hummed in response and hung the dress beside my suit before leaving the room. She came back a minute later with her makeup pouch, I'm assuming. "I'll go shower over there, you can shower here. I'll come back when I'm done," she informed.

I nodded and then we both went to shower in our own bathrooms. After taking a shower, I was just lying in bed wearing a black bathrobe. Delilah would take much longer than me to get ready, the party starts at eight, it's currently six. If I get ready now, I'd have too much time left and the suit would wrinkle. I'd have to kill time in a bathrobe until then.

She came in while drying her hair with a towel before throwing it up and walking to the vanity, plopping down with a sigh while I put the book I was reading down and opted to watch her instead as she stared at herself in the mirror for a minute before slapping her cheeks a few times, bringing out the pink and red hues in them.

I bit back an amused chuckle and watched as she put on some creams before opening the pouch and starting with her eyebrows, then she added a shimmer to her eyelids which went perfectly with the color of her dress, then her eyelashes and whatnot.

I lost track of the products.

"How long will you stare at me, Spencer? You've been staring since I sat here," she mumbled, running a brush in circles over the apples of her cheeks.

"I'm counting your products," I lied.

She snorted, turning to look at me. "So tell me how many I've used."

I blinked, staring at her silently.

She smiled and stood up, putting the brush away. She hasn't put her lipstick on yet. She stood up and I noticed her robe gaping open just a bit, however, I didn't say anything, I didn't look either. She tipped her head forward and pulled the towel off, dropping it on the chair before ruffling her hair out.

I should kiss her. I should do it before we have an audience judging us, I should do it before she has a chance to get nervous and back out, I should do it now. No. I want to do it now. She looked beautiful today. I don't know if it's the makeup or if it's just the fact that we've gotten closer this week. I've been avoiding thoughts about us but the idea doesn't seem so far-fetched anymore. "We have a conversation due," I reminded her, standing up and walking over to her.

"What conversation?" She acted dumb, staring at me innocently. She doesn't even have lipstick on that would stain my own lips. Now is the perfect time.

"A conversation about a certain first kiss," I smirked.

"First kiss?" She stilled. I nodded.

"It's our first. Unless you've dreamt about it."

She relaxed. "Our first, right," she chuckled.

My eyes narrowed and I noticed it immediately. It wasn't just our first. It was her first kiss ever. "Delilah."

"Hmm?" She stared at me while slowly reaching for the hairbrush.

"You've never been kissed. Have you?"

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Chapter 16

so you guys, since school starts for me on Monday and I actually want to try being a good student this year, I'll probably have to bring my updates down to once a day. Yk how usually I update multiple times a day, now I'll probably do it once a day and multiple chapters on the weekend. that's what I'm aiming for, but it all depends on how much school work I get. let's hope for the besttt <3

next chapter: heaven