‘A cannolo will do the trick.’
Relief replaced alarm. Rossi eased open the lid, and a fragrant cloud of sugar and cream filled the air. This time, the look on his face changed to pure joy. He picked up the top shell and handed it to me.
‘Ah, thank you.’
His gaze followed the cannolo as I brought the shell up to my mouth. The tip of my tongue plunged into the exposed ricotta…

– Excerpt from Love Me Not, by Jacqueline Falcomer