It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

I hate that she’s not standing in front of me right now. I don’t like seeing
her sad; it reminds me too much of all the times I saw her sad when we were
younger. At least back then I was close enough to hug her. Maybe I still can.
“Would a hug make you feel better?”
“Obviously. I’ll be fine after I get some sleep, though. Talk tomorrow?”
I have no idea what happened between our date and this phone call, but
she looks completely defeated. She looks very similar to how I feel.
“Hugs take two seconds, and you’ll sleep so much better. I’ll be back here
before they even know I’ve left. What’s your address?”
A small grin peeks through her gloom. “You’re going to drive five miles
just to give me a hug?”
“I’d run five miles just to give you a hug.”
That makes her smile even bigger. “I’ll text you my address. But don’t
knock too loud; I just put Emmy down.”
“See you soon.”