Today's OneWord: Pressed
His hand felt greasy against my chest, his teeth bared. He pressed hard into my ribs, and my arteries shuddered from the tension. I did not speak. I simply stared at him and made a rather casual remark. āLook, Ben, I know youāre turning into a werewolf againā¦but could you ease off for tonight? Otherwise, Iām getting the silver bullets.ā