Kiss Me Goodnight in Rome (The Senior Semester Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

entertaining distraction. At least this shift will pass quickly now.

Chapter Six
    Mia
    Lexi and I meander down the winding streets near our apartment before sitting down at a cute, family-owned restaurant—Angelina’s—to eat dinner. My jet lag is starting to hit, and I turn my head to cover my mouth while I yawn obnoxiously. I have to force myself to stay awake so I will be fully adjusted to the time difference before classes start next week.
    Angelina’s is located off one of the tiny streets leading from the bustling Campo de’ Fiori. I people-watch from my seat on the patio, enjoying the momentary solitude from the busyness of the city. Rome is overwhelming. It’s everything at once. I wish I could absorb each detail simultaneously, but I think it would be sensory overload.
    “Una bottiglia di vino rosso, per favore.” Lexi smiles at the hostess, ordering a bottle of red wine.
    She nods. “Your waiter will be with you in one moment.”
    “So…” Lexi leans forward, her blond hair swinging with the movement “…how was your flight?”
    I shudder for a moment, remembering my dream/nightmare. “It was good, thanks. It went by much faster than I thought since I slept for so much of it.”
    She laughs. “That’s good. Let me know when you start feeling tired. Jetlag’s a bitch.”
    I nod in agreement.
    “Una bottiglia di vino rosso,” our waiter announces, placing a bottle of the house wine and two small glasses down on our table. He smiles at me, and I feel my insides warm and melt. “Cosa vorremo ordinare?”
    My breath lodges in my throat as I stare at him. He meets every criteria for one of Lila’s tall, dark, and handsomes. He’s tall, easily six feet, with dark hair that curls slightly behind his ears and over the collar of his shirt. Incredibly handsome. In fact, he’s downright hot. A chiseled jawline, a slight shadow dusting his cheeks and chin—the beginning of a beard he didn’t shave this morning—a tiny dimple winking from his left cheek. His skin is tanned: the olive sun-kissed skin of a Mediterranean dweller. And he has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
    “What would you like to order?” He switches to English easily, with only the slightest hint of an accent wrapping around his words.
    Ah, yes, I was supposed to respond to that question. Immediately I feel my face grow red like a tomato. Shoot me now. Stop ogling the hot waiter!
    Lexi laughs good-naturedly. “I would like the bruschetta Pomodoro and penne arrabiata please.”
    He nods. “And for you?” His blue eyes turn to me again, and I pinch my leg under the table to center myself.
    “Insalata caprese per favore.”
    “Perfetto. So one bruschetta to start, followed by penne arrabiata and insalata caprese?”
    “Si.”
    “Okay, grazie.” He smiles at me one more time, his eyes latching onto mine. He winks once before turning back into the restaurant. Oh good, so he knows he makes me nervous, flustered, blushing like a teenager.
    Lexi hunches forward on the table, her elbows pulling herself in closer. “Relax, girl, he’s only the first Italian we’ve met.”
    “Oh my God.”
    Lexi laughs.
    “Could I be any more awkward?”
    “Don’t sweat it. I’m sure he’s used to girls reacting like that. And he clearly likes the attention. That wink wasn’t even remotely subtle.” She laughs again, a clear ring through the quiet patio. “We’re going to have some fun here.”
    I smile at her warmly, relieved to have already made a friend in my roommate. I think so too.

Chapter Seven
    Lorenzo
    The dinner crowd has picked up and the restaurant is busy. Still, when the two American girls are settling their check, I pass by their table with homemade biscotti to take away. The blonde smiles sincerely, her face lighting up.
    “Grazie!” she says enthusiastically, taking the bag from me.
    I look at the brunette. She smiles shyly and quickly averts her gaze. “Enjoy the sweets.” I tell her, trying to catch her