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Half-Love

Eric slipped from slumber to wakefulness gently, and he snuggled tighter against Nate’s nakedness. He imagined they were alone together, just the two of them.

Savoring the fantasy, Eric rubbed his fingers lightly over Nate's smooth skin. The ring on his little finger hit something with a dull metallic click. Eric opened his eyes. The faint light of a thousand distant streetlights from the hillside a half mile away illuminated the bed. In the half-light, Eric saw a mirrored mockery of his form. As he was nestled on one side, held gently in Nate’s sleeping grasp, she was nestled on the other.

The swell of her breast lay against Nate’s torso and her delicate, sensual hand lay next to Eric’s on Nate’s chest.

She and Eric both wore pinkie rings, and it was these which had clicked together when Eric had dreamily caressed his man. They were lover’s rings. Each was half a heart, and they fit together to make a whole heart. But these rings had not been exchanged by her and Eric. Nate had bought the rings. And he had given one to Eric and one to her, a symbol of his love for each, and his desire for both.

Eric stared balefully at the woman a few inches away. He hated her. Not for herself - she was nice enough and damn sexy - but for what she had. He wanted her half of Nate’s heart.

Eric had known instantly, the first time he had seen them dancing together at the club, that they were a couple. It didn’t matter to him. Or rather, it mattered too much. Nate was a living Apollo, and he belonged to someone else.

"I want him," Eric had whispered then.

"I want all of him," he whispered now, so softly that the slumber of the other two was undisturbed.