Then, slowly, his arms slide around my waist, pulling me gently into his chest. “What are you doing?” “Hugging you. That’s what the girls said to do.” “What?” “I texted the girls. They said you probably needed a hug, so I’m hugging you.” God, I want so badly to laugh, but instead it comes out a horrible, choking sob. “You texted your girlfriends for advice because I’m crying?” “I don’t know how to do tears.”