Kiss Me Goodnight in Rome (The Senior Semester Series Book 2) by Gina Azzi Page B

damn if the tiny moan she makes isn’t the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. And I’ve never heard a moan before from a first kiss, but the sweet innocence of Mia has me reacting even more. I want this girl more than I want my next breath. And that is a scary fucking thought.
    I let the kiss linger for a few more moments before stepping back. My hand falls to her shoulder, and I push her hair back from her face.
    “Thanks for tonight. I’ll see you soon,” I tell her, trying to be casual, nonchalant, but my blood is pounding in my ears … and in other places. She’s affects me too strongly.
    She squints at me for a moment, a hazy confusion clouding her eyes before she nods. “Yeah. Thank you. For tonight.”
    I lean closer and kiss her once more on the mouth. “Buona notte, bellezza.” Then, I turn and leave her standing in front of the green door. I can feel her eyes trained on the center of my back.
    I’ve got her.

Chapter Twenty
    Mia
    “You kissed him? What kind of kiss are we talking here?” Emma’s face flashes across my computer screen. Her eyes are wide and her mouth hangs open. For once in her life, I think she’s speechless. Yay me! Although, I feel slightly guilty for not telling Maura first. I really needed an excited reaction and Emma always delivers.
    “I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me.”
    “But you kissed him back?”
    “Well, yeah.”
    “And …”
    “It was amazing. His lips were like fire. I’ve never been kissed like that before. It’s like he was … I don’t know, all consuming or something,” I stutter, covering my eyes with one hand to hide my embarrassment.
    Emma laughs loudly. “Oh my God! I am so freaking proud of you, Mia. Hallelujah! Who thought Rome would already have such a positive impact on you? You have to tell Lila. She’s going to die.”
    “No, wait. Don’t tell anyone yet. I’m not even sure what’s actually happening here. After he kissed me, he … I don’t know … he like stepped back and was like ‘I’ll see you soon.’ What does that even mean? Like ‘I’ll-see-you-again-and-we’ll-make-out’ or ‘I’ll-catch-you-the-next-time-you-come-eat-at-my-family-restaurant?’ Ah! Do you think I ruined my study spot and now I have to find a new place to have caffé lattes and read Dante?” I didn’t even think of the repercussions. What if I have to find a new place to do my homework?
    “Relax. It’s fine. You definitely don’t have to find a new study spot. Just see what happens. Go to the restaurant, be your normal self, don’t act weird, and just see where everything between the two of you leads.”
    “Me, normal?” I say. “I’m freaking out here.”
    Emma sighs. “I know, but this is a good thing, Mia. You made out with a hot Italiano after dancing the night away with a different hot Italiano. Just embrace it and have fun. You said you wanted to do this study abroad because of how much your mom wanted you to travel, enjoy life, have experiences. So go, enjoy, make out, have fun! Don’t complicate it by overthinking and overanalyzing. You made out with a hot guy. Awesome Saturday night. Done.”
    “You’re right.”
    “So when will you go back to the restaurant?”
    I sigh. “I should wait at least a day, right?”
    “Yeah.” She nods in agreement. “At least.”
    “I hate games.” I huff, momentarily miserable at the thought of having to try and figure out how to let the situation between Lorenzo and I naturally unfold. If it’s natural, I shouldn’t have to plan it.
    “What? They’re the best!” Emma gushes, fixing her bangs in the camera. “Just enjoy it. You’re not going to be in Rome forever; it’s only for four months. And you’re almost one month down. Take it one day at a time.”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “I know, I know, easier said than done.” Emma holds her hands up in surrender.
    I laugh. “That’s exactly how I feel.”
    “Embrace it.” She smiles.
    “What’s new by you?”
    “Nothing really. Going