Frankie put her palms to her cheeks for a moment, trying to hide the color (and her face) from his sight. "You really need to stop, because this will go on all day... might make me sick or something!" Was it possible to become ill from blushing too much?
The promise was tricky. What if Frankie one day told him he didn't have to keep it anymore? Would he go back to the way he'd been before? In some ways, even she regretted making him swear he wouldn't make a move on her, even if she came on to him first. "Well, if you ever come see me in Chicago, you'll have to go. Papa will expect it, and I'd rather he didn't hate you like every other guy I've ever shown interest in." She'd told Slick about Fox, though left out a great many details. Slick knew that Frankie was good friends with a nice man who was half angel, and Slick liked the sound of that. Of course, Slick assumed that Fox was a wholesome kind of guy. WRONG!
Shaking her head, Frankie said a soft, "Don't. I like it like this." She found herself still running her fingers through the soft locks near his temple. Realizing she'd been doing it a bit too long, Frankie forced her hand back down at her side and looked up at the sky again.