I can’t get it up.
Me. Six-four, two-twenty. The Golden Boy. Star quarterback. The guy every girl on campus wants to take home. And I can’t get hard for a single one of them.
Coach knows something’s off. My stats are slipping. My timing is shot. That’s why he sends me to this discreet doctor. An older, broad-shouldered guy with intense eyes that seem to see right through me.
Now I’m on his exam table in nothing but a thin gown, and those big hands are all over me. Pressing. Prodding. Squeezing.
And the thing that hasn’t worked in months?
It’s waking up.
