Pretty sure it was drool ;) 5 people like this It’s freaking ninety degrees and it’s past one in the morning. My sweaty hands can’t get a grip on the pill bottle, so I twist it to read the side effects for the twentieth time since I picked up the prescription. Decreased sexual ability or desire. Well, I know the desire part can definitely be decreased and I’ll still be jacked up every time Em walks down the hall in just her towel. She just smiles and I get an instant hard-on. Yeah … it’s the ability part I’m worried about. “Eric, you don’t just go for it like that. Seriously, it’s like you’re trying to tune a radio. Never mind, just let me do it.” I run a hand over my face and blow out a breath. I hate pills. Last time I was on them the acid reflux was a bitch, and I didn’t sleep. But the anxiety was gone. And after the small “episodes” I had today, I’m considering battling the insomnia and heartburn. I get a grip on the lid and pop it open. Shaking a pill into my palm, I peel myself from the bed and listen to make sure Em is asleep.
