Rain lashes the window while lisa baez keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in lisa baez, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In lisa baez, 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 lisa baez. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that lisa baez records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. lisa baez feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.