It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

The way Atlas silently mouths the word goodbye in return is sexy as hell.
When I end the call, I fall onto my bed and sigh. I love the way I feel after
I talk to him. He makes me giddy and energized and happy, even when the
call is as shocking and chaotic as that one was.
I wish I knew where he lived. I’d go give him a drive-by hug like the one
he gave me last night. I hate that he’s dealing with this, but at the same time
I’m happy for him. I can’t imagine how alone he’s felt since I met him, not
having a single family member in his life.
And that poor kid. It’s like Atlas all over again, as if one kid feeling that
unloved by their mother wasn’t enough.
My phone chimes, indicating I have a text. I smile when I see it’s from
him. I smile even bigger when I see how long the text is.
Thank you for being the most comforting part of my life right now. Thank
you for always being the beacon I need every time I feel lost. Whether you
mean to shine on me or not. I am grateful for you. I’ve missed you. I
absolutely should have kissed you.
I’m covering my mouth with my hand when I finish reading it. I’m filled
with so much emotion, I don’t know where to put it.
Josh is lucky to have you in his life now.
Within seconds, Atlas hearts my text. Then I send another one.
And you’re right. You absolutely should have kissed me.
Atlas hearts that text, too.