Iโm nearlyย ๏ฌnished taping silverย streamers to the cottage living room wall the next night when I realize maybe Iโve overdone it.
Over the streamers, thereโs a balloon banner that says BACH THAT ASS UP, which Jamie and I almost peed our pants laughing over. The kitchen island is littered with top-shelf liquor, non-alcoholic drinks, and snacks, among them some of Eliโs airport favorites. My phone is connected to the Bose wireless speaker Cole let me borrow, and Iโm streaming one of Adamโs playlists. I even got a disco light.
Adamโs redone bachelor party is going to be all the things it was the first time in Tahoe, but better, because this time Eli will be here.
My heart dips at the thought of him. I stayed with Jamie at the hotel last night, partly because we never get sleepovers anymore and partly because the thought of sleeping without Eli felt strange. A dangerous feeling. In forty-eight hours, weโll both be gone.
The reality of all that was too much to think about, so I simply didnโt.
I couldnโt fully shake off my longing for him, though, so I let him follow me to the cottage after dinner under the guise of helping me pack up my things since weโre moving over to the hotel tonight, too. I swept up the paper rings heโs made over the last few days, stuffed them into my bag just before he came out of the bedroom with my suitcase. I let him wrap his arms around my waist and told him he could text or call me if he woke up panicky, no matter the time. He said softly, โThatโs new,โ and I nodded, thinking of the rings in my bag and his body against mine and the bachelor party supplies in my trunk. Thinking about our list and this whole week, how old and new and scary and thrilling itโs felt, how simultaneously borrowed and ours.
I let him press me against the counter and cover my mouth with his, trying to squash thoughts of the future. He held me still with his thumb notched against my chin so he could come back to me over and over,
stretching time so thin that while his mouth was on mine, it felt like forever. But then time came back to us when he pulled away with a wrecked sound and a grumbling, โWe have to go right now or we never will.โ
When we got back to the Big House and Jamie saw how undone we were, she laughed. โYouโre going to have to fake it if you donโt want Adam seeing right through you tomorrow.โ
Eli and I exchanged a look, and he scratched at his jaw wryly. โYeah. I think we can do that.โ
And when Adam and Grace descended on Blue Yonder this morning at the same time Jamie and I pulled up, thatโs exactly what we did. We traded casualย heys andย hellos, made eye contact that was long enough to look normal, but not so lengthy it clicked like a lock. We orbited one another while the chaos of the day pulled us together and then pushed us apart like a tide: the pull when we showed Adam and Grace how Blue Yonder had transformed, the push when I stepped away to double-confirm the venue address with the vendors for Aunt Julia and Eli disappeared for his therapy appointment. The pull again when he asked me if I wanted more wine at the rehearsal dinner. We went with it, like we always have.
But underneath it was the knowledge of what weโve done this week, the twining of our old and new, and so all day I saw the cracks in his faking, felt them in my own. There was the slight hitch in his breath at the press of our shoulders when he poured my wine, the way I caught him staring at me during the rehearsal when no one else was looking. The ache Iโve felt all day wanting to be with him.
Just a little longer, I think, straightening a stubborn streamer.
But first, this party. I kept it a secret from Adam and Eli, snuck away from dinner early so I could set up, and told Jamie Iโd text her when I was done so she could bring everyone over. Now, with a steadying breath, I shoot off a message:ย Ready.
I step back, taking everything in with a racing heart while my memory flashes to Eliโs devastated expression in the car last Thursday when he talked about missing the bachelor party and his abysmal best man record. To Monday night after he told me heโd quit his job, when he called the party
the catalyst for his decision. I know how much this will mean to him, and heโll know I know. I want to say Iโm doing all of this for him because heโs my friend, and he is, I am.
But thereโs a helium-like feeling that constantly presses at my ribs when heโs around and when heโs not. Itโs not as simple as friendship. It never was, and maybe heโll see that.
A cacophony of noise rattles the steps, matching the sudden thunder in my pulse. Cursing under my breath, I wipe my sweating palms down the front of my magenta eyelet dress.
I jump when the door flies open, then paste a smile on my face. โHappy bachelor party!โ
Everyone files in,ย oohing andย ahhing as they make a beeline for the liquor. I smile at the groomsmen, the bridesmaids, Cole and then Grace, who apologizes for crying once she sees whatโs happening. Blake steps in with Jamie, who smacks a loud kiss on my cheek and whispers, โHe has no idea. Youโre going to flatten him.โ She doesnโt mean Adam.
He and Eli come in last. Theyโre nearly side by side, broad-shouldered with lines bracketing their mouths and the corners of their eyes. Theyโre the boys I ran around every inch of this property with, now all grown up, and the nostalgia of it nearly knocks me over.
I measure Adamโs expression firstโconfusion, then realization, his eyes meeting mine as his mouth falls openโthen look at Eli.
Heโs staring at me. His face is totally blank at first, but then I see itโthe way his eyes start to glisten, the shake of his hand as he rubs his mouth. The sweep of his lashes as he looks down, turns to Adam, and then pulls him in for a hug.
Everyone is setting up shots and singing to Mac Dre as I hear Adam say, โItโs good, buddy. I didnโt ditch you when you broke my PlayStation, right?โ Eli murmurs something and Adam laughs, rubbing his back. โStop pinning it on Pop-Tart, that poor dogโs dead and canโt defend himself.โ And then quieter, barely over the music, โStop beating yourself up over it. I love you, youโre here. Thatโs all I need.โ
And I think,ย this is what love is.ย What Iโm looking at, what Iโm feeling, whatโs happening here this weekend. What I crave in every corner of my bones, and what Iโm so scared of getting, because so often I lose it.
Eli runs a hand over his face, turning to close the door while he wrangles his emotions. It makes mine riot inside of me. I wish everyone would leave so I could wrap myself around him. We faked it for five years, but after twelve hours, Iโm over it.
Adam approaches, a huge smile on his face, reminding me why our discretion and old fake rules are necessary. Heโs getting married tomorrow, a day he told me needs to be perfect after the litany of disasters. A day I want to be simple, undiluted joy for all of us. He never needs to know that Eli and I wereโฆwhatever we are right now.
I hand him the BACH THAT ASS UP sash. โHappy bachelor party.
Again.โ
โYou knew he needed this,โ he says, and a recognition that makes my nerves dance passes over his face. But then he blinks and itโs gone as he pulls me into a crushing hug. โNo one deserves you. You know that?โ
I laugh around the lump in my throat. โYeah. Keep me anyway.โ
โDuh.โ When he pulls back, the tender moment is over; heโs shifted into party mode. โWant a shot?โ
โOf Pellegrino, yes.โ
โAmateur.โ He squeezes my shoulder as he pushes past me, the faker.
Heโll take one shot for posterity and then switch to water.
I know Eliโs there before I turn to confirm it, but it still startles me, the loom of him. How gorgeous he looks, red-eyed and disoriented.
โOh. Hello,โ I say brilliantly.
โHey.โ He swallows once, and then again. โI canโt believe you did this.โ
I press my fingers to the base of my throat so I wonโt touch him, and his gaze drops there. โYou deserved a do-over.โ
The tension pulls between us, tight and unbearable. I want to wallow in it, snap it in half with my mouth on his.
โI canโt say what I really want to,โ Eli says hoarsely. โSo right now Iโm going to say thank you and hug you, because if I donโt get my hands on you
in some way Iโm going to fucking lose it.โ
I get out a relieved, whooshing, โYesokayโ before he pulls me close. One hand curls around my shoulder to anchor me to him, the other wrapping around my back, his fingers digging in so hard itโs pleasure-pain. He breathes out against my neck, not quite a sigh, almost a groan.
โSo, hey,โ a voice says in my ear after a lingering moment. I wrench back to find Jamie standing there with a too-wide grin on her face. โThe pelvis-to-pelvis-hug situation can only go on for a few seconds if youโre going to pull this off. Iโm just saying.โ
My cheeks erupt with color. โRight.โ Eli coughs, ears flushed. โIโm gonnaโโ
โIโll goโโ I say, stepping to the side. But I step to the same side as Eli, so we crash into each other. He exhales, gripping my arms, and bites back a small, frustrated smile.
โIโm going to the kitchen,โ he says. โAway from you.โ
โRight. Iโm goingโฆsomewhere else.โ His fingers drift down the back of my biceps and I give him a warning look as I back away. โAway from you even more.โ
Even if all I want is to be closer.
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For a while it works.ย I get lost in the din of conversation, the bumping music, the buzz of excitement.
But then thereโs a palm pressed into the small of my back when Iโm chatting with a couple bridesmaids. A tug on the end of my ponytail as Iโm straightening a stubborn streamer. Fingers tightening around my hip in the middle of an impromptu dance break, a thumb brushing up and down my hip bone, and then a body pressed up against me for half a second before itโs cool air again.
Eli is circling me.
I shoot him a look and he grins, his gaze heavy. I feel it like his hands are all over me already.
It makes me want to play right back.
Later, when I spot Eli sitting at the kitchen table with Adam and Grace, an empty seat beside him, I excuse myself from my conversation with Jamie and Blake.
โYou’re a mess,โ Jamie laughs as I brush past her.
I am, and in this moment, I donโt care. The realization is both startling and liberating.
Eliโs back is to me, so he doesnโt notice me approaching. My palm tingles even before I place it on his shoulder, my thumb grazing the nape of his neck. He looks up just as Adam and Grace do, and though the light is dim, I catch the way his pupils dilate.
โWhat are we talking about?โ I ask, sliding into the seat next to him. Our knees bump, and I keep mine pressed against his, biting back a smile as Eli casually shifts, spreading his legs wider. Now our thighs are touching.
โThe curse,โ Adam says, munching on a pretzel stick.
Eli drapes his arm along the back of my chair, his forearm brushing against my skin just above the low back of my dress. โI was asking if the curse is in the room with us right now.โ
โBoth of you knock it off,โ Grace replies, absently resting a hand on her stomach. I canโt help but smile; yesterday, Adam texted the group chat in all caps, LILโ S-K IS ALREADY GORGEOUS, along with a sonogram picture, followed by THAT BEAN WILL BE MY CHILD.
Grace gives me a knowing look. โWe were saying weโre done talking about the curse because itโs in the past.โ
โAnd I was about to say, brace yourselvesโrain is in the forecast for tomorrow,โ Adam counters. Under the table, Eli gently sways his leg back and forth, nudging my thigh repeatedly. The sensation of his gray slacks rubbing against my bare skin is intoxicating. โThank god we have a tent.โ
โItโs a forty percent chance, which is basically nothing, according to my cousin,โ Grace says, then clarifies to me and Eli, โSheโs a meteorologist.โ
โThatโs being generous,โ Adam mutters.
โJust visualize yourself out on the deck that Eli helped build with his bare hands for the ceremony.โ I pat his thigh, tilting a smile in his direction, then trace the seam of his pants for one thrilling second.
Eli straightens on a cough, dropping his arm between us. Under the table, neither Adam nor Grace can see the way his palm slides up my leg, how his thumb traces the arc of my thigh.
โYour first dance under the stars,โ he adds, pressing his fingerprint into my skin. โBecause the sky, of course, is clear.โ
I hum, heart beating hard. โOf course. Because the weatherโs perfect.โ โAnd everything else is perfect, too, because your best people knocked
it out of the park.โ Eliโs eyes stay on me under the guise of waiting for my response, his expression neutral even as his hand lands on my knee, tracing the cap.
Goose bumps explode on my skin. โHow exactly did we do that?โ
He lifts the pressure of his fingers until theyโre barely there. That focused, light attention is somehow worse. โNot the curse.โ
โDefinitely not the curse,โ I say. Adam sighs, equally amused and aggrieved, but I ignore him, lifting an eyebrow at Eli.
He tilts his head, gaze moving over my face. โHmm.โ โHmm,โ I agree.
โMaybe it was theโโ
I snap my fingers. โI know. The teamwork.โ
That word is as Pavlovian asย list, and the awareness of what weโve done here together sinks into his eyes, heavy and hot.
His jaw flexes, like his fingers around my knee. โThatโs it.โ
โYeah, yeah, point taken. Fuck the curse, itโs going to be great,โ Adam says. He presses a kiss to Graceโs forehead, then her mouth, pushing her hair back from her shoulders before glancing back at me. โAnd seriously, George, thanks for tonight. I mean, Tahoe was fun, but this second time around is special.โ
He and Eli exchange affectionate smiles before Eli looks at me. From the corner of my eye, I clock that Grace has snared Adamโs attention back,
but it scares me, how stripped away Eliโs expression is right out in the open. I watch his mouth curve around a quiet, โIt is.โ
I give a modest shrug, every nerve in my body reaching for him.
He wants to say more, I can tell, and when someone cranks the music, he snatches his opportunity. He leans close, tipping his chin so his mouth fits right at my ear. His stubble burns my cheek.
โIโm going to knock on your door later,โ he whispers. โPlease answer
it.โ
I donโt hesitate. Our time is leaving us too fast. โI will.โ
