05-26-2020, 12:53 AM
In response to Karen's softly-spoken worry, Frederic gently pulled her through the door to his back office (conveniently right behind the grandfather clock) and kicked the door shut with his foot as he curled his fingers into her more comfortably, smoothly not breaking the kiss as he did so. This felt so right, even more so than when Patsy was alive, and Frederic realized he felt alive, truly living and breathing, better than he had in years. "Karen," he muttered almost-dreamily against her lips, the name falling from his own like a rose petal falling from its host, before kissing her again, then again.