Quote by Kristin Rae
““Overwhelmed with the need to touch him, I reach out and trace along his sharp jawline, stopping just before his lips. I swallow hard. So does he. He clasps my hand in his and lightly kisses the tip of each finger, his eyes never breaking their gaze on mine. There’s something I’m supposed to say to him. Something in Italian. One word. My brain remembers one word. “ Bellissimo. ””
