My Boyfriend’s Handsome Teammate

My name is Evelyn Laurent, and I'm your average college student—except for one little detail.

Ever since I figured out the whole guys-and-girls thing, I've never had to wonder if I was desirable. "Absolute perfection"—that's what they called me. And honestly? I wasn't complaining.

I assumed I'd spend my life floating from one admirer to the next, but then fate decided to mess with me. I met him—my current boyfriend, the love of my life.

He doesn't know about my past. To him, I'm this pure, untouchable princess—someone to spoil, to cherish. And on paper? He's perfect. The kind of guy every girl dreams of.

Except for one tiny problem.

He can't get it up.

A whole month together, and no matter what I do—sultry lingerie, every move in the seduction playbook—nothing. Nada.

A star player for the Panthers Basketball Team, yet the only thing that stays soft is him.

He knows it's awkward. Every time, he tries to make up for it in other ways—sweet words, affection, anything to avoid the elephant in the room. But here's the thing: that's not what I want.

During the honeymoon phase, I could resist temptation. Loyalty kept me in check. But now? I lie awake at night, restless, frustrated. This isn't sustainable.

One month in, and I'm already losing it. What happens in a year? Five?

I sigh at my reflection and force the thought away.

Last week, my boyfriend told me he wanted me to meet his teammates—his closest friends, his brothers.

So today, I woke up early, determined to make an impression. I picked out a tight crop top and a mini skirt, ready to show off every curve and make him proud in front of his boys.

After my shower, I studied myself in the mirror. Thanks to my mom's genes, my body was all soft curves—full breasts, a waist that dipped in just right, hips that didn't quit. My skin was flawless, my face sweet, innocent.