Mika sighed thoughtfully and sat himself back on the edge of the bed. The motion made his still-rigid erection swing heavily from side to side before settling, pointing straight upward like an unyielding pillar.
He put on a comically puzzled expression, looking around the room as if searching for clues.
"What could it be...What could possibly be turning me on right now?" He mused aloud, scratching his chin. "There are so many things that can excite a guy—pictures, videos, a pretty girl walking by—but none of that's here."
He gestured vaguely at the empty space.
"At least if there was a poster on the wall or a magazine with a hot cover model, I could blame that. Or if Cecilia was still around...yeah, that would definitely be a possibility. But even she's gone home."
"All that's left is cold equipment, a sad little fern, and hospital disinfectant. None of that exactly screams 'sexy.' So why the hell am I rock-hard like this?"
