The Forbidden Current
My daughter thinks I don't notice how you look at me," Peter murmurs in the dark, his breath hot on her neck. As the storm rages outside, a different kind of tempest begins—one neither of them can control.
About The Forbidden Current
My daughter thinks I don't notice how you look at me," Peter murmurs in the dark, his breath hot on her neck. As the storm rages outside, a different kind of tempest begins—one neither of them can control.