Roger chuckled as he slid his arms around Mel's waist and pulled her close. Leaning in he brushed his lips against her forehead. "Strawberries," he grinned, "I love you and your fruit salad."
"Not quite yet, but it is getting there," Roger said as he allowed Melinda to lead him wherever it was she was heading. "Is that why you're throwing this? Work too annoying?"