Today's OneWord: Worn
My patience had worn thin, and at the same time, the adrenaline was building up. He still had his hands on my hips, caressing the edges of my waist, chuckling as he pursed his lips. In the next moment, his face was scrunched up against the table, the squeals high-pitched as he slammed him onto the wood with his arms behind his back. "Touch me again," I growled, "and I will see to it that you never procreate again. Got it?"