"Jay, what do you want?" I ask him. He looks down at his calloused hands. "You." He answers, earnestly. I turn to Leo now, "what do you want, Leo?" His answer is identical. "You." I fumble with my red-painted fingernails. Jay's hand is rough and warm against my thigh. "What do you want?" He reciprocates my question. I glance back and forth between the two of them, the two loves of my life. I know what I want, and it's right here. Sitting on my right and left sides. "You." I finally sigh, "I want both of you."