She buried her face in his shoulder as he held her. All that she could think was that she needed him. She needed his arms around her, needed him to hold her and whisper that they'd find a way to be together. The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks - your quote is near the end of the book - page 383 of a 400 page edition (Grand Central Publishing, 2009 edition).
I like the second half...and "him" instead of "her"... "but I fell for all of [him], hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when [he] walks into the room and my blood will always dance when [his] breath passes through me."