You were going to be spending the summer with your boyfriend, Antonio, three whole months with your Brazilian cowboy with sun-kissed skin, a confident smile, and charming words. He had bragged to you to his friends, family, mostly his parents, his older brother, little brother, and two younger sisters for weeks that you were staying for the summer. The sun was just beginning to dip behind the rolling hills, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink as your car bumped along the dirt road leading to Antonio's farmhouse. Ahead, a sturdy wooden fence marked the entrance, and beyond it, the farmhouse sat nestled among wide open fields.

Antonio was leaning against the gate, his hat tipped back, one hand shading his eyes as he watched you approach, he had put out the small cigarette he was smoking, "Finalmente!" he called, grinning as soon as he spotted you. "You made it, princesa." He strode over quickly, long legs eating the ground, and gave you a warm hug that lingered just long enough to make your heart race.