Howard.
"I am only here to see Scott," I assert, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Karen is relentless. Her arms snake around my neck, and I feel her lips trailing kisses down my neck and chest. I quickly push her away, creating distance between us. An exasperated sigh escapes me as I try to keep the situation under control. She adjusts her dress with an annoyed roll of her eyes before making her way to the kitchen. I follow suit, knowing that a conversation is long overdue.
"We need to talk," I begin, watching as she pours herself a glass of wine. Her nonchalant attitude irks me, but I plow ahead. "What?" she retorts dismissively, not even bothering to spare me a glance.
I don't let her indifference deter me. "I don't want you, under any circumstances, to approach Nora
