"Taylor, princess, we can't do this." Karen was at her wits end. She had no idea that getting a drunk Taylor back to her room was going to be this difficult, but hell, it was hard.
Karen had to be a damn saint.
She had a beautiful, drunk Taylor touching her, squeezing her, feeling her up as she tried to keep her head on straight. Taylor was keeping her hands in respectable places, but that didn't make the intention any less obvious.
Karen was over the moon to find that the woman desired her. Drunk hands were usually honest hands in Karen's opinion, but that didn't mean that she needed to act on them.
Especially when the person who was this drunk kept trying to kiss and nibble on Karen's neck.
Yes, Karen should get a damn ceremony for being so responsible and thoughtful. She knew several stupid Espers who wouldn't be as considerate, but Karen would be damned if she wasn't a better person then the others.
