“What would you think of coming here? Damian says we could hang with the band on tour. That we could surf Europe’s hot spots. What do you think? You up for an adventure?” “That all depends,” Brooklyn says slowly. “On what?” “Us.” “What about us?” “I want there to be an us, Keats. Do you?” I suck in my breath. Those are the words I’ve wanted to hear for so long. The tears that were prickling my eyes start streaming down my face. “I want there to be an us too,” I choke out. “I’ll be on the first plane I can get.”
