Jim tumbled into bed.

“Ow!”

Pam looked over. “Box wine? Really?”

“Once it hits your lips, its so good!” He sing-sung.

She rolled her eyes.

“Hey….” His finger trailed her jawline.

“What?”

“I want something from you.” He growled.

“Oh?” She purred.

“Yeah…” He rolled over.

“Be the big spoon?”

She held him and smiled.