DON’T STOP
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
He didn’t answer right away. The truck slowed to a stop at a gate, and he reached out to open it without getting down, muscles flexing under his shirt. Once we rolled through, he let the gate swing shut behind us and kept driving, slower now, like we had all the time in the world.
“I haven’t been able to have sex in a long time,” he finally said, voice low and even. “Problem down there. Can’t get hard. Haven’t been able to for years.”