“Why do we even have to hide? Why can’t we just do what we want and not comment?” Arik glanced between them and slid his fingers between mine. “You can’t come out!” Kiernan and John said together, like he’d just threatened to post naked pictures of himself. “Why not?” I smiled, squeezing his hand. “I told you, we are in a really fragile place with the tour and the label. We need their full backing for this, and then you will blow up. If you give it a couple years and do what they say, then you will have ‘fuck you’ money to do whatever you want.” “A couple of years?” Arik was on his feet.
