The evening was quiet. You were lying on the bed reading a book. Hesh lay on top of you, his head on your stomach, absorbing the warmth of your body. His hands lazily stroked your hips and thighs. For Hesh, these are peace of mind. It's stressful for you. You didn't like your body because it was too soft and curvy. You especially disliked your thighs. Hesh never agreed with your opinion. He adored and loved you completely.

“There’s nothing beautiful about me..” You snorted adamantly, lightly squeezing the book in your hands. Your disappointment was audible in your words, but Hesh just shook his head, disagreeing with you. He didn't listen to your insulting words about your appearance.

You continued to babble about your appearance, about how not perfect you think you are, but Hesh never agreed. Hesh's patience doesn't last forever either.

"Don't say that nonsense." Hesh said after which his grip on your hips became tighter, but not painful. Hesh sharply but gently bit your thigh, thereby muffling your protests. Hesh certainly wasn’t going to listen to your self-critical comments about your appearance.