"I made it clear I wanted an actual relationship, and he knows that I want the whole white picket thing one day. I don't need it tomorrow, and I never claimed to, but he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend without knowing that shit. It seemed like he was really trying.. I know he was. It's just.. well.. if your girlfriend had a reputation for being a total slut and had never been committed to just one person before you.. I think you probably would be leery... especially if she was routinely checking out other guys." Which Fox did, and Frankie was usually willing to overlook it, because she definitely kept him satisfied. He was never hurting for sex. Sometimes Frankie even thought her cravings were stronger than his.
Frankie giggled as he messed up a little bit. "Exactly. Taste is what counts. Presentation is nice and all, but no one really cares once this stuff is melting in their mouth." She set to work on soaking more ladyfingers so they'd be ready to place over his layer of mascarpone. When she was done with them, she let him add another creamy layer, and then she finally handed over the cocoa powder. "Now you can sprinkle," she told him with a little laugh.