Greyson.
I dreamt of spiders. Not the crawling kind. The watching kind.
Hundreds of them, lined up on a shelf, staring at me with their too-many eyes and creepy legs.
It caused a shiver to go through me.
I was minutes away from losing my mind again. Minutes away from curling up like a fucking child! Minutes away from another soul shattering panic attack and terror induced whimpering.
The spiders came closer and I shut my eyes tightly. It was a beginning of a panic attack.
Then I heard the voice. Her voice.
"Don't worry, Greyson. The thunder-hunter is here to defend you!"
I opened my eyes.
It was Tilly, dressed in tight leather attire that outline every part of her fucking beautiful body.
Her teardrop breasts, her well rounded absolute-fucking grabable ass and that very sweet, absolutely wet and eatable folds of flesh in-between her legs. My favorite destination in the world.
And she was wearing a super hero mask and holding a sword.
