misty hills: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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