Just One Time Stacy - Cruz

Just one time , he thought. Just one message. Just to say hello. No expectations.

At the airport, Stacy held his face in her hands. just one time stacy cruz

“For what?”

“You’re late,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. Just one time , he thought

That night, alone in his truck outside his old apartment, he pulled out his phone. Her number was still there. He’d never had the guts to delete it. His thumb hovered over the screen. Just one time