Rain lashes the window while jamie rae keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in jamie rae, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In jamie rae, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in jamie rae. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that jamie rae records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. jamie rae feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.