It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

“Hi.” My hand is curled into a fist, and I’m resting my cheek on it,
pushing down my huge smile. “How’s Josh feeling?”
“He’s okay,” Atlas says. “He’s sleeping, but I think I stayed up so long,
my brain is too overwhelmed to shut off now.” He puts a fist to his mouth
and stifles a yawn.
“Atlas.” I say his name sympathetically because he does look absolutely
drained. “Do you need me to come over and give you a hug?”
“You mean do I need you to come home and give me a hug?”
I smile when he says that. “Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. Do you need
me to come home and give you a hug?”
He nods. “I do, Lily. Come home.”