And then he kissed her. He kissed her as passionately as he ever had before, even more than fifteen minutes ago. She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him back. At first, all she could think about was their unborn babies, the family they would have. But all too soon, they slipped her mind. All she could think about now was George and his velvety lips that caressed hers. All her mind could register was the fact that his arms were around her and her fingers were knotted into his hair. Their mouths opened and she investigated his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His breath felt like ice in her mouth, but not icy, cold ice. It was like breath mint ice. It made her throat tingle. She smiled against his lips and he smiled back. His tongue made its way into her mouth and she allowed passage. Her hands knitted tighter into his hair. He pushed the small of her back closer to himself. His soft, voluptuous lips caressed her full ones. His fingers knotted in her hair and she sighed in satisfaction. If only there wasn’t a war going on, life would be perfect. But there was a war going on, and life wasn’t perfect. Emily pulled back and George kissed her forehead. Emily placed her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms more securely around her waist.