If It’s Up

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Alessia Judas' mouth tastes like a delicious mixture of cigarettes, chocolate and something else that I can't specify, but that I end up identifying as its own unique flavor. And while I usually hate the smell of cigarettes and never even tried them, now it seems like I'm kind of addicted. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this night. It’s perfection. The moonlight bathes us in bed, the window is open and the air blows my hair a little and dries the faint sweat forming on my forehead from the nerves. Judas is shirtless, but that's not what makes him look naked to me. It's his gaze, his words, his touch and his slight vulnerable smile. Our first kiss was really sweet, we tentatively tried to tell each other that we wanted that for a while. Our second kiss had more security, Ju

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