“Se io sono la luna, allora tu sei la forza che mi sostiene,” she purred. “What does that mean?” Sin blurted, stepping close and smiling between us. “It means ‘if I am the moon then you are the force that holds me up’,” Rosalie translated then flicked Sin on the chin. “Oo,” he shivered. “Give me some pretty words, honey pie. I want you to call me something hot and filthy in your fancy language.” “Sei un dolce piccolo idiota,”
