As soon as Jamie picksย up the phone the next morning, I blurt, โEliโs been bodysnatched.โ
โWell, hello,โ she says cheerfully. โI nearly brained myself on the shower door trying to get to the phone. Clearly the injury wouldโve been worth it.โ
โItโs one of those mornings.โ I groan this, my hands slick on the steering wheel. Iโm racing up to Adamโs house to pick up Eli and Iโm flustered and anxious and late. The rusted red metal of the Golden Gate Bridge blurs past as Highway 101 spits me into Marin Countyโs rolling green hills.
โTell me about it. Iโm in tornado mode because Blake and I have an appointment with a financial planner this morning and Iโve been told I have twenty minutes.โ
โFifteen,โ comes Blakeโs drawl.
โFifteen?โ Jamie wails. Her dresser drawers open and close frantically, a clatter I used to hear through our shared wall.
โDo you want me to call youโโ
โNo!โ she yells. โDonโt you dare hang up. I was expecting you to call me last night anyway and now youโve gripped me with this conspiracy theory. Iโll get ready while we talk.โ
What a perfect example of the ways our schedules repel each other. โSorry for not calling, I passed out early.โ
In reality, I lay in bed for hours, my roaring thoughts too loud forย New Girlย to drown out, replaying every moment between me and Eli. When I did close my eyes, all I could see was him standing on the knifeโs edge of Adamโs curb until I turned the corner, his tall, familiar body stamped onto the backs of my eyelids like Iโd been staring at something too bright for too long.
โLetโs focus,โ Jamie says. โWhy has Eli been bodysnatched?โ
โHeโs been acting super weird since I picked him up.โ I swear even now I can feel the snare of his eyes, laser-focused on me.
โReally? He seemed pretty normal when I saw him last night.โ โHeโs being normal in front of Adamโโ
โBecause Adam will turn into a rabid raccoon if anyone even breathes wrong?โ
โExactly. But with me, heโs beenโฆโ I search for the word, then groan. โI donโt know. Bodysnatched.โ
Jamie, ever the emotional bloodhound, hears the anxiety pulling the strings of my voice taut. โOkay, tell me.โ
As I pass under the rainbow arch of the Robin Williams Tunnel, I give her a truncated rundown of Eliโs behavior, from the airport to the driveway conversation last night. I tell her about his absent phone and his newfound dedication to being present for Adam, the way heโs been justโฆlookingย at me. I even tell her about his wrinkles and his too-long hair and that beard.
When Iโm done, she asks, voice enveloped in concern, โAre you sure about doing this?โ
โIt doesnโt matter if Iโm sure,โ I say. โEliโs desperate to prove himself, and Adam wants me up there to make sure everything goes smoothly. So itโs happening.โ
โAnd how do you feel about that?โ
I take Adamโs exit on two wheels, gritting my teeth. โItโll be fine. Eli will do his thing and play hero, Iโll do my thing, weโll get everything rebooked easily and then itโll be done.โ
โGeorgia. None of those words were feelings.โ
I sigh. โI feel fine. I mean, mostly fine. Itโs weird. Not weird like I canโt handle itโโ
โNo, of course.โ
โBut weird. Objectively.โ
โOf course,โ Jamie repeats. โObjectively, having to hang out with your ex-Person for any length of time, never mindโโ
โEightย days.โ
โVery quick reflexes, thank you,โ she says, her voice full of amusement, but also care and empathy. Her classic trifecta. โEight days with your ex- Person is objectively not the easiest thing, and this is a lot of time to be spending together for the first time in forever. You normally see each other in bite-sized pieces, you know?โ
โOh, I know,โ I say grimly.
โThis is the man you loved helping you save your mutual best friendโs wedding. Itโs okay to not be fine about it. If heโs as determined to integrate himself into it as youโre saying, it could get uncomfortable being around each other so much.โ
I groan as I get stuck at a red light, my heart beating hard and fast. โOkay, but what if we skip the discomfort and stay out of each otherโs way instead?โ
For a beat, I listen to theย click-clackย of Jamieโs makeup bag as she digs through it, the steady cadence of her breath. And then she asks, โIsย it discomfort? Or is it something else?โ
โLike what?โ I ask, mashing the gas pedal when the light turns green. โFear, maybe?โ
Itโs not a feeling Iโve allowed myself to consider, but Jamieโs gentle probe unlocks the cage door of my emotions. Despite my best efforts, I feel itโfear, yes, but also a dangerous kernel of longing. One I recognize from thirteen months ago, and before that, too.
Eli and I had very little closure at the end of our relationship. When I left, that was it. We didnโt pursue any follow-up conversations, and the relief of not having to dissect what weโd each done wrong superseded the hurt. Because the truth is, I did things wrong, too. I just didnโt want to face them with him.
Over the years, I grew more careful with my closest friendships. Iโd learned from Heather and Mya, where Iโd been too eager, too needy for their time and attention. I tempered myself, never asked for too much, made sure I gave more than I took.
I was most careful with Eli, maybe because deep down I knew a fracture between us would shatter me. When we fell in love, I hesitated before I took
the leap, even though I was sure about him. Iโd have more to loseโnot just a best friend, but everything: my Person, now my boyfriend, someone who could give me forever, a thing I craved so deeply, but only if I played my cards right.
In hindsight, I see how easy the first two years of our relationship were, how effortless it was to not ask for too much, because Eli was giving me everything anywayโattention, love, time. It wasnโt needy if I didnโt request it, right?
We moved to New York with so much hope and enthusiasm, had been planning and talking about it for months. We spent the first three weeks before Eli started his analyst training program setting up our apartment, exploring our city, falling deeper in love with it and each other.
The six-week training program was intense, but by that time Iโd started as an HR coordinator at a beauty company so both of our days were full, and most of his evenings were still free for me. Even when Eli joined his team in September, we managed to eke out time togetherโa quick breakfast in the morning, though most dinners were out now, and many of our weekends. He was soย goodย at what he did. He loved that, felt exhilarated by it, and I was right there beside him.
And then he was still good at what he did, the gold-star analyst of his team, but a more senior analyst left and Eli had to step up to run the model on a mandate theyโd won. What little time we had together disappeared. The expectations placed on him were another gold star; they doubled his stress, tripled it. He couldnโt fail, because he was so good at his job and it was safe and heย neededย that. As the months went by and the demands grew, his anxiety grew beside it, monster-like. I watched him disappear under those expectations, locked in misery he was sure he could get out of in a year, maybe. Two, max, when he reached associate and he could start looking for a role that didnโt have such a power-tripping managing director.
But somewhere in there I disappeared, too. Iโd been happy those first couple months with Eli, but as his availability waned and then went away altogether, I recognized that I didnโt really have my own place in New York, that my happiness was only tied toย him. My job turned out to be a terrible
fit, my boss a micromanager, the culture toxic. I had very few friends, none of them deep-rooted. Every type of loneliness Iโd ever felt coalesced, an anxiety spiral come true. I repressed the ugly feelings that ballooned: the shame of needing Eli more as he drifted further away, the embarrassment of being so dependent on him. What was I going to do, ask him to quit his job because Iย neededย him? Please.
Needing people like that had only ever hurt me in the past. It was easier to shut down. Over the course of months, our singular, intertwining life turned plural and parallel, until the night it cracked under the pressure of everything we werenโt saying. Everything we still havenโt said.
Iโve spent the last five years numbing myself to every feeling I had for him, good and bad. But what if thatโs only been possible because of our agreed-upon silence? Our distance?
โIโm not afraid,โ I say, and itโs not a lie exactly. Itโs a wish that this bodysnatched Eli will turn back into the Eli I know. That the emotions heโs been kicking up like insidious little dust motes will settle, and Iโll successfully white-knuckle it through this week. โI just want everything to be easy.โ
Jamie sighs sadly. โI know you do.โ
In the background, Blake calls her name. Timeโs up.
I turn into Adamโs cul-de-sac. โItโll be fine. Heโll probably revert back to his old ways any minute, and then we can live totally separate lives up there.โ
After all, itโs what we do best.
โIโm not going to mentionย that youโre late,โ Adam says as he throws open his front door. โMostly because you brought me Bobโs Donuts.โ
โFair trade,โ I reply, shoving the grease-splotched box at his chest as I push past him.
โItโs a good thing, actually,โ Adam continues, flipping the lid. โWhen I went into Eliโs room twenty minutes ago, he was knocked out cold. Heโs
getting his shit together right now, literally and figuratively.โ I stop short. โHe was still sleeping?โ
Eliโs always been an early riser, even before his job demanded it. In college, Iโd stay the night at the apartment he shared with three other guys and wake up with him wrapped around me, absently stroking my hair while he gazed up at the ceiling or out the window with soft, sleepy eyes.
Really, the only time he ever slept in was after a rare extra-late weekend date, or when his anxiety got the best of him and heโd spend the nightโ
โPacing around the living room.โ I whip around to Adam. โWhat?โ
โI said, I got up at three because Grace needed water, and he was pacing around the living room.โ Adam pushes the front door shut with his foot, nudging me into the living room with his shoulder. โHe was tapping away on his phone. He never lets himself have a break.โ He looks up as he settles onto the couch and does a double-take. โWhatโs that look?โ
I wipe my expression clean. โWhat look?โ
โThatย look. Like somethingโs up.โ He straightens. โDo you think somethingโs wrong with Eli?โ
Of course somethingโs wrong with Eli. Somethingโs been wrong with him since he got that godforsaken job. I was with him that day senior year when he found out Phillips Preston wanted him, a larger and more prestigious bank than the one heโd interned for the summer before. I saw the flare of relief and triumph in his eyes.
It was stupid of me not to see it coming, how his job would swallow him whole and give him everything he wanted: rock-solid stability, control over the trajectory of his own life, and a place to call home, one that wouldnโt get taken away. Heโd make sure of it.
Knowing heโs still caught up in that cycle of late-night anxiety that often morphed into panic attacks underscores the need to keep my distance. Underneath Bodysnatched Eli is theย sameย Eli.
โNothingโs wrong with him,โ I say, swallowing the irritation crawling up my throat. For better or worse, weโre partners now, and Adam looks like heโs two seconds away from adding Eliโs behavior toย hisย list of worries.
โThe time difference was probably messing with him. Maybe he was trolling Hinge or taking down a puzzle.โ
Adam laughs. โFunny you say that, because thereโs a half-finished Brooklyn Bridge puzzle on his floor. You know our boy.โ
Eli told me once how oddly soothing the practice was. โI like that if I work hard and long enough at it, it looks the way itโs supposed to,โ he said. We were cross-legged on the floor in Adamโs den sometime in high school, focused on finishing one of Davidโs works-in-progress. Adam wasnโt home, but Laurie told us to hang out until he was so we could all have dinner together.
Something hot flared in my chest watching the pink creep over Eliโs cheeks when he said that, hearing the breath snake out from between his lips as he pressed a piece into place. When he got to Cal Poly, Sunday become our designated puzzle-making night, a tradition we carried with us to New York. Our hallway closet was filled with boxes of them, half of them forever unopened.
You know our boy.
I do, and god, I wish I didnโt still. Itโs a gift to know someone when youโre in love with them, and a curse when youโre out of it.
I perch on the arm of the chair nearest Adam, swallowing hard. โMystery solved, then. Eli Mora was up to his puzzle-making ways.โ
โAh, thatโs why my ears were burning,โ a deep voice says just behind me.
I yelp, nearly toppling off the chair, but a pair of hands curl around my arms. For a string of unbearable seconds, the solidity of Eliโs body presses against my back, a stabilizing wall until I can find my balance.
I want to linger; thatโs why I donโt. Instead I twist around to appraise him. He mustโve just rolled out of the showerโhis hair is wet and combed back from his forehead. A drop of water hangs off a lock curling at the nape of his neck, and a fresh soap scent clings to his skin, magnified by the warmth of it.
Despite the purple smudges under his eyes, he looks so handsome it hurts. So familiar it pulls at the space in my chest thatโs never forgotten
what he meant to me.
Focus, Georgia.ย โWarn a girl next time youโre going to scare the hell out of her.โ
His tired mouth makes a tiny improvement upward. โDoesnโt that defeat the purpose of scaring the hell out of you?โ
โHe has a point,โ Adam says around a cruller before staring balefully down at the rest of the donuts. โShit, I gotta save a couple of these for Grace, huh?โ
โWhere is she, anyway?โ I ask.
โYoga,โ he sighs, closing the box.
Itโs not until Eliโs hands brush down my arms that I realize heโs been holding on to me. That I sank into it. I sway like a loose-rooted tree when he finishes his lingering release.
โSorry for cracking into your brand-new puzzle box, Kiz,โ Eli says. โNo, youโre not,โ Adam replies cheerfully.
โNo, Iโm not.โ Eliโs mouth pulls up affectionately as his eyes find mine and stay. The curve of his lips soften. โAnd sorry Iโm late.โ
โAll good. I was, too,โ I say with a sunshine smile. He blinks. I stare at his lashes, still spiked with moisture. We hang like that for one second. Two.
Tearing myself away, I point to the pastry box Adamโs bear-hugging. โI brought donuts if youโre hungry.โ
โI had a protein bar,โ he says. โWe should get going.โ
His no-nonsense tone pulls at my spine. We have a job to do, and that job isnโt staring at his unfairly thick eyelashes. โYes. Absolutely.โ
Adam talks a mile a minute as we make our way outside, reminding us that his uncles and aunt will get us settled in the guest cottages once weโre at Blue Yonder and going over the details of the bakery appointment weโre driving directly to.
โGraceโs appetite has been terrible the past couple weeks, but sheโs really excited about this bakery,โ he says, watching Eli as he tries to stuff his luggage into the packed trunk. โApparently the womanโs a genius, but she was terrifying on the phone.โ
โTerrifying?โ I echo.
โJustโฆstrangely intense about baked goods, but I guess thatโs her job, right?โ He shrugs, scratching at his cheek. โShe didnโt even give us confirmation that sheโd bake our cake. She just said, โWeโll see.โ โ
Eli peeks around the trunk. โWhat does that mean?โ
โHell if I know. But cake is the only thing Graceโll be able to eat at the wedding without puking and revealing our surprise baby, and I want her to have something she loves.โ Adam splits a pleading look between us. โWe have to get this lady. Like seriously, do anything.โ
โThat sounds potentially illegal, but sure, adding it to my list,โ I say. โSpeaking of lists, Grace and I put all your to-dos for the week
together.โ Adam hitches a thumb at Eli as he shuts the trunk. โEli transcribed for us, so you should be all set, but if you have questions you know where we are.โ
โGreat,โ I say, looking over at Eli. โI can take that off your hands.โ
โItโs on my phone,โ he says, his small grin bordering on karmic. โYou told me to put together my own list last night, right?โ
โOnce again encroaching on my dedicated list space?โ I tsk. โItโs becoming a nasty habit, Mora.โ
โThereโs no โIโ in team, Georgia. Weโll share it.โ I smile serenely. โIโm not a good sharer.โ
โI believe in you.โ And then this man honest-to-godย winks.
Adam watches us with a twinkle in his eye, unaware of the very real tug-of-war happening underneath our role-play.
Once weโre all packed up, Eli and I take turns giving Adam a hug. He steps back onto the lawn, turning into the heart-eye emoji right before our eyes. โMy best people. If we get out of this week in one piece, itโll be because of you two.โ
โWeโve got you,โ Eli and I say in unison, then exchange a look. Itโs going to be a long eight days.