Ray nodded, “I hate having a job. I hate people. I hate life.” He sighed and ran his fingers down Heather’s legs, “I don’t hate life.” Ray smiled, enjoying having his hair played with. He rolled over and faced Heather’s stomach, he nuzzled into her and wrapped her arms around her waist. “But I like you.”
Heather smiled as his fingers ran over her skin. “Well, I’m glad you don’t hate life.” Her smile widened as he turned and nuzzled her stomach. “I’m even more glad that you like me.” Her fingers continued the motions through his soft hair, the girl humming lightly as she read. “This is nice.” She murmured quietly.