Fox sighed and took off his helmet. He hated to have put that wounded look in her eyes. There were things that he wanted to say, but he couldn't figure out how. When Fox thought about it, really thought about it, he knew that he'd stopped because he wanted to do right by Frankie. He didn't want her to be another notch in his bedpost, but he didn't know how to tell her.
Instead, he walked over to her, tipped her chin up and kissed her softly, rubbing his mouth over hers. "You're perfect, Sparky." Pulling back, he smiled wryly. "And I'm far from it, which is why I'm taking you home."