“And you gotta come to Texas. I want to show you everything. I want to see your face when you taste one of my grapes for the first time. I want to pour you a glass of my dad’s petite sirah, and I want to take you all the way out to the back pasture where I first saw a shooting star.” I was dizzy with everything I wanted, my dreams trying to paint themselves in my mind all at once. Noël rested his fingers over my lips.
