QUOTE : And no one said I spoke good Italian. I might have just told you that you look like a beetroot.” Her hands slide up the short sleeves of my shirt, her fingers biting into my biceps. “I love beetroots.” “Nobody loves beetroots.” I laugh and tilt my head with a smug look. “Hai delle labbra così deliziose…Vorrei tanto baciarti.” Her jaw drops. “What did you just say?” Smiling, I lean in and whisper against her lips, “I said your lips are so delicious…I would really like to kiss you.