Forbiden Touch

Forbidden TouchIn Wildridge, secrets don't stay buried — they ignite.What started as stolen glances became a forbidden sapphic romance neither of us could control. Every brush of her fingers, every lingering look, only fed the slow‑burn desire building between us. We knew it was risky. We knew it was wrong.We did it anyway.On a sultry summer night by the lake, restraint shattered. No promises. No ...