Whispered Secrets: "fact dash"

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