““The pen touches the paper again at the bottom of the page and I freeze as he draws a slow, thick line through “Fall in love with an Italian.” I snatch the book from him and scan the list of my goals. “Why did you do that?” He brings my face closer with a finger under my chin, diverting my attention to him, and gives me a swift but tender kiss. “Because lucky for you,” he says, lips still brushing against mine, “I was born in Rome.””
