Just One Time Stacy Cruz [better] ●

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.

Dan’s throat tightened. “No.”

“You’re late,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. just one time stacy cruz

“I know.”

“Why did you text me, Dan?”

He stared at it for ten minutes. Then, heart pounding like a teenager’s, he hit send.

“For what?”

She pulled him inside. And that was the beginning of the rest of their lives.