Sarah's Pov.

  

  I walked into the tattoo shop with my heart pounding in my chest, not just from nerves about the needle but from the way the artist looked when I booked the appointment online.

  

  Her name was Riley, and her profile pic showed this tough woman with short cropped hair, piercings lining her ears, and arms covered in ink that screamed confidence. 

  

  I had never been with a woman before, but something about her made my stomach twist in ways I could not ignore. 

  

  I told myself it was just the excitement of getting my first tattoo, a small design on my inner thigh, but deep down, I knew...