Cella

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I hated cuddling after sex and cuddling without sex even more, but instead of pushing Stella away, I brushed a lock of hair out of her face and examined her in the moonlight peeking through the curtains.  The silvery glow caressed her skin in a way that made her look ethereal. An angel sleeping in the arms of a monster.
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