It Started With An Italian Cookie (Coming Soon)

I look at him with a smirk "Allora, signore forte, mi lascerai andare o devo batterti di nuovo? ( so, Mister, are you gonna let me go or do I have to fight you again?)" I chuckled as Italian rolled of my tongue. He clenched his jaw for a minute before leaning in"Combatto tutto il tempo, Cookie. quindi non pensare che ti lascerò andare perché sono spaventato. perché io non lo sono (I fight all the time, Cookie. so do not think I'll let you go because I'm scared. because I am not)" he whispered softly in my ear. I rested my hands on his chest and leaned in close to his lips "I know you're not scared of me, but if you don't let me go I'll tell your mother." I whispered in the air between our lips before pulling away. His skin paled as he quickly let me go. I chuckled loudly as I walked away from him. Oh how I love to tease you Nicola. "I don't even know your mom Cola" I giggled as I saw him look up at me. I ran away as I heard his footsteps behind me.