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how I’ll survive a proposal.
Or wedding vows, for that matter.
I pick up my phone and call Atlas over video chat. It rings for ten long
seconds, and when Atlas finally answers it, he’s lying on his living room
couch. He’s smiling through his obvious exhaustion from being up all night
with Josh.
“Hey, beautiful.” His voice is barely awake.
“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.”