Frederic leaned into this kiss a little more than he had the others and he felt her head (on which his hand still laid, gently tangled in her hair) touching back against the wall. He was careful to keep too much pressure off her head and as he felt her pressing against his body, he moved closer too, the hand around her waist moving just a little lower to the small of her back. It was peaceful inside this warm yellow house, he thought, his heart whistling with emotion, neither of Karen's babies were crying, no clocks were chiming, no wind could be heard blowing outside- it was just them, and he liked it.