Yes!

"Hey, George! Mind giving me that tour?" Marie asked.
He smiled,"not at all."

It took an hour for the tour to finally be over and they found themselves in the last room of the tour, the room Marie would be staying in.

"Want to come in?" she asked.

"Don't mind if I do," George's eyes gleamed with amusement. Marie sat on the bed after surveying the room.

"So how is it owning your own shoppe?" she asked him.

"I'm sure you know," George smiled,"it's work, work, and more work."

"Fred doesn't help much does he?" Marie laughed.

"He's good with customers, that's about it," George nodded standing awkwardly on the other-side of the room.

"Did you really remember me?" Marie asked suddenly.

"You're kind of hard to forget," he laughed.

"Excuse me," she raised her eyebrow like she did so often.

"You once told that if I was any stupider I would have less brains than a troll," he recalled the moment.

"I was only thirteen when I said that!" Marie pointed out.

"Yet it still stung," he smirked.

"Most people don't even pay attention to what I say," Marie smiled, she stopped herself from making it a sob story.

"I did," George said, making his way over to the bed. He sat next to her, she smiled lightly at the boy. Then it happened, he kissed her. Just a quick unexpected peck that sent Marie into a frenzy. She kissed him back, feeling his soft lips against her own. He grabbed her waist lightly pushing her onto her back. He felt up her curves as her hands went through his red hair. Marie quickly yanked off the cardigan and got onto her knees. George yanked off his jacket and got on to his knees as well. Marie planted her lips back on to George's, afraid she might suddenly lose him. His hands glided up her hips and under her shirt. She shuddered with his touch. She traced the outlines of his chest through the thin shirt. George reached farther up towards Marie's breast.