Track 32. New Yearâs Day
Rachel
**A few weeks after he joined me on âSemester at Seaâ**
Dear Rachel,
I know exactly what youâre doing right now.
Youâre not fooling anyone, and I can see right through your acting. (Youâre not sick AT ALL, and you have to stop faking these coughing spells during our master class hours.)
Forget You,
Ethan
PSâWhy didnât you tell me how terrible the water pressure was on this ship? I vividly remember a particular letter you sent me a while ago about how âamazingâ and âspa-likeâ it was. It feels like a goddamn dripping faucet.
Dear Ethan,
Iâm confused. What are you talking about? (I know that Iâm not sick. Iâm giving you the signal. The âI would like to have sex right nowâ signal.)
Forget You,
Rachel
PSâI only told you that to make you jealous since you mentioned taking some girl to âThe Four Seasonsâ for an entire weekend during our junior year. You have to use the showers on deck five. Just go when the administrators are in their midday meeting.
Dear Rachel,
Youâre a terrible actress. (Iâll meet you in my room in twenty minutes)
Forget You,
Ethan
PSâI made that up. (I was already jealous.) Wait. What? Are you saying that you go into their rooms when theyâre not in there? Just to take a decent hot shower?
Dear Ethan,
(Okay, Iâll start coughing a little harder in like three minutes and leave class first.)
Forget You,
Rachel
PSâYeah. Just once a week, though. The water pressure in their rooms is PHENOMENAL. Also, their bathrooms are disconnected from their suites. Technically, Iâm not going into their rooms, you know? Itâs only a problem if you get caught. Iâll give you all the passcodes later.
Dear Ethan AND Rachel,
Can you please stop using our shipâs limited Wi-Fi to send these dumbass notes to each other during master class hours? You do realize that everyone in this room can SEE all of your messages via the class chat system, right? Weâve seen them EVERY DAY since Ethan joined us on this ship!
Forget BOTH of you,
Professor Max
PSâRachel, Iâll need you to meet me during my office hours tomorrow morning to discuss this âstealing showersâ business…
Dear Ethan,
Do you think we can find a way to adjust the privacy settings on this chat, or no?
Forget You,
Rachel
Track 33. You Belong with Me
Rachel
**Several hours later**
The ship softly swayed from side to side as Ethan held me in his arms. Tonight was the umpteenth night in a row that Iâd stayed in his room as he made love to meâfalling asleep against his chest as he whispered promises against my lips.
From the moment heâd boarded this ship, we were utterly inseparable.
I was happy that I no longer needed to set aside time to pen letters describing my travels or anxiously wait weeks for his response. He was by my side all day, every day, and we experienced all of the foreign cities and sites together.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I was living in the pages of a romance novel, but my real-life boyfriend was far more impressive than any of the heroes Iâd ever encountered in a book. He knew me inside and out, completed my sentences when I struggled to find the words to say, and even when we were sitting in silence, he could tell what was on my mind.
âIâm glad you came on board, Ethan,â I said softly. âLike, you have no idea.â
âYou tell me this every night.â He smiled, running his fingers through my hair. âLet me ask you something. If Iâd stayed in business school, do you think you would have eventually caved in and sent me a letter?â
âNot until after I exhausted every other option.â
âPlease tell me that you didnât send any pen pal letters to prisoners.â
âI was one day away from doing that.â I laughed, and he kissed my forehead.
Rolling me on top of him, he squinted at the clock on the far side of the room.
âWhy are you still wide-awake right now?â he asked. âItâs one oâclock in the morning.â
âGet your eyes checked,â I said. âItâs three.â
âWell, that makes it even worse.â He laughed, caressing my sides. âI need to get up in a few hours to work on something important, so I need you to promise me that youâll go to sleep within the next twenty minutes. If not, I need you to go to your room, so I wonât be tempted to have sex with you again.â
I blushed and leaned back. âThereâs nothing important going on tomorrow, Ethan. No programs, or country customs seminars. Weâre having âat seaâ days for the rest of the week. What could you possibly need to work on?â
âOkay, fine.â He pulled me down for a quick kiss, and then he pointed to the door. âYouâve picked your room for the rest of the night. Out, Rachel.â
âWhat? Youâre seriously putting me out now?â
âUnless you can promise me that youâll go to sleep,â he said, looking serious. âLast night, you didnât promise, and we ended up talking and having sex until ten in the morning.â
I knew I couldnât agree to that promise, so I rolled off him and stepped out of his bed. âIâll see you later this morning when you wake up.â
âI thought so.â He smiled, and as if he knew how I was about to spend the next few hours, he grabbed his printed Forget You, Rachel binder from his nightstand and handed it to me. âHave you finished reading it yet?â
âNot quite.â
âAre you telling me that after three weeks of begging you to read this, that youâre about to DNF my novel?â
âClose, but Iâm still holding out hope,â I said, smiling. âIâm not sure if I like this authorâs writing style yet. I need a few more chapters to be sure.â
He laughed and gave me one last kissâmaking me want to get back in the bed and return to his arms, but I stuck to my guns. After catching my breath, I hit the lights and stepped into the hallway.
Right outside his door, heâd taped a coffee ship gift ticket with a note.
For the next time that you sneak out of my bed just to read in the cafĂŠ
âForget You,
Ethan.
PSâHurry up and finish reading the damn book, pleaseâŚâ
I smiled as I pulled the card, then I made my way down the hallway and onto the elevator. Before heading to the cafĂŠ, I stepped into the senior lounge and took in the scene from hours earlier one last time.
Shattered champagne glasses and beer bottles littered the floor, the scent of buttercream frosting and vanilla cake still filled the air, and the glittering streamers that celebrated the belated occasion hung high from the rafters.
Welcome Aboard SAS, Ethan Wyatt!
I picked up one of the remaining cupcakes and walked up to the lido deck. As I was handing over my gift card to the overnight barista, someone cleared her throat from behind.
Turning around, I found myself face to face with the redheaded senior who lived right across from Ethan. âHey there, Thea.â I smiled. âWhat are you doing up so late?â
âItâs become an unfortunate habit,â she said, narrowing her eyes at me. âPlease tell me that youâre staying up here for the next several hours.â
âUmâŚyeah?â I grabbed my coffee. âI have a book to finish reading.â
âWell, isnât that lovely?â She looked like she was tempted to strangle me, so I took a step back. âSo fucking lovelyâŚâ
âYeah, it is.â I noticed that her eyes were starting to bulge out of her skull, like she was some type of zombie. âIs there something wrong?â
âNot at all.â She snatched my half-eaten cupcake from the counter and stuffed it down her throat. âWhat could possibly be wrong this early in the morning?â
I gave her a blank stare, tried to think of how to get the hell away from her sudden bout of crazy. âWell, it was nice chatting with you. I hope youââ
âYou know what I hate the most about living on this ship?â She cut me off.
âNoâŚâ
âWhy donât you take a few guesses, then?â
I shrugged, giving her my own list. âThe slow satellite internet thatâs pretty much dial-up speed, the limited bottles of shampoo in the gift shop, or the lack of phone service? Those stress me out the most from time to time.â
âNo, all of that I can easily deal with.â She stepped closer, glaring at me. âThe worst part, for me, is that I canât seem to get any goddamn sleep.â
That explains this, then. âReally? The sound of the oceanâs waves hitting the window helps me go to sleep every time.â
âWell, if I could ever hear those waves over you incessantly screaming, âEthannnnn,â âOh My Goddd,â or âOhhhh Right Thereeeee,â perhaps sleep would actually be possible.â
I felt my cheeks reddening, felt my jaw dropping. âI amâŚI am so sorryâŚHeâs always told me that Iâm not that loud.â
âHeâs lying.â Her roommate, Kristen, stepped onto the deck and rolled her eyes at me. âI donât think either of us has slept for more than a few hours a night since he got here. I mean, weâre happy someone on this never-ending voyage is getting laid, but you two take things to an entirely different level.â
âYeah. So, if you donât mind,â Thea said, letting out a breath. âCould you let us get some sleep this weekend, or maybeâjust maybeâoccasionally take your late-night romps with him to your room on another floor of the ship?â
I nodded, unsure of what else I could say to that.
âThank you so very much.â She walked away, but her roommate lingered behind for a few seconds.
âQuick question,â she said, lowering her voice. âDoes Ethan make you orgasm every time? I mean, it sounds like he does, so can you like, give me some details? I havenât had an orgasm with my boyfriend during sex yetâwell, unless itâs oral, so Iâm curious.â
I gave her a blank stare.
âOhhh, I see.â She smiled. âYou can only be super vocal when Ethan is inside of you, huh?â
âCome on, Kristen!â Thea called from the steps. âLetâs get some sleep while we can.â
Kristen shrugged and walked away, and I made a mental note to tell Ethan about his lie later.
I carried my coffee and the book binder over to the bow of the ship, and then I propped my feet on the edge of the pool.
Opening the binder, I flipped to where my bookmark was and stared at the opening lines of chapter twenty-one. I tried to convince myself that it was time to finally read the next twenty chapters, but I couldnât do it.
I was stuck in chapter twenty, but it wasnât because it was awful. It was perfect, and I never wanted the story to stop. I never wanted to reach the two words at âthe endâ that broke my heart time and time again, so Iâd simply reread the same twenty chapters whenever I had the chance.
The two main characters were undoubtedly us, and reading his words was like reliving the past few years of my life.
His writing style was all-consuming, and I already knew that I was his biggest fan. The âcanât eat, canât sleepâ hours before his new book goes live type of fan. And if his next book was even half as good as this one, I was certain that I would harass him for sneak peeks as he wrote it.
Maybe Iâll just read chapters twenty-one and twenty-two today. Maybe get to twenty-five?
I still couldnât do it. I flipped back to the beginning of the binder and started reading the book all over again.
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Hours later, the sun rose in the distance, and my fingers flipped the page into familiar territory.
Sighing, I underlined one of my favorite lines. We had three more port cities on this part of the voyage, and I was now convinced that I could read half a chapter a day to make this novel last a little bit longer.
I was highlighting another one of my favorite quotes when I heard a familiar deep voice behind me.
âIt only takes you a day to read a book, Rachel,â Ethan said softly, kissing the back of my neck.
âIt only takes me a day to finish the good ones.â
He smiled as he moved in front of me. âWhat are you trying to say?â
âThat youâre a brand-new author, and this is your first book. Maybe you should lower your expectations.â
He narrowed his eyes at me. âHow far have you gotten?â
âIâm in chapter twenty.â
âOkayâŚâ He crossed his arms, and then he laughed. âHow many times have you reread those same twenty chapters?â
âMaybe fifty.â
âWhy?â he asked. âIs there something that I couldâve written better? A part thatâs tripping you up somehow?â
âNo, but there are a few inconsistencies,â I said. âFor one, I remember our prom night a little differently than you do.â
âWell, that chapter is in my point of view, so that makes sense.â He smirked. âWhat else?â
âThe night of the make-up prom isnât in here,â I said. âYou left that part completely out of the story. I feel like you went out of your way to avoid it, and decided to move on to our graduation.â
He didnât say anything. He just smiled.
âI need an explanation,â I said. âIs there any reason you left out that scene?â
âYes.â He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. Then he ran his fingers through my hair. âA certain someone told me to forget it ever happened, to never mention it again.â He looked into my eyes. âDidnât she?â
I blushed. âYeah, but that was before. When I wasnât sure ifââ
He pressed a kiss against my lips, silencing the rest of my sentence. When he finally pulled away from me, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of folded yellow sheets.
âI wrote it,â he said. âI just wasnât sure if youâd be okay with it being included. Especially since reading it might force you to admit some things about us and how we really felt about each other at that point in our lives.â
âI doubt it. I still hated you that night.â
âThatâs not what Iâm talking about,â he said. âI still hated you that night as well.â
âThen what are you talking about?â I reached up to grab the sheets, but he held them up a bit higher.
âIâll only give these to you if you promise to finish reading the rest of my novel today.â
âToday?â I couldnât fathom that. âYou could at least give me until the end of next week.â
âIâve seen you read a five-hundred-page book in one day,â he said, still holding those scenes high and hostage. âOne day. Whatâs it going to be?â
I quietly weighed the pros and cons. Agreeing to finish it today meant the next âat seaâ days wouldnât hold the promise of new words. Not finishing it today meant I wouldnât get the bonus scene.
âI think you should be nice to your favorite reader and let her have it anyway.â
âI donât think so.â He started to step back and place the sheets into his pocket.
âUgh, okay. Okay,â I said. âIâll finish the rest of the book today.â
âPromise?â
âI promise.â I nodded, and he handed the sheets to me. Instead of staying still and reading it on the deck, I gave him a quick kiss before rushing back to a private lounge so I could read it in peace.
Shutting the door, I cleared a space to devour more of his words.
I made it through the first lines and was suddenly transported to my high school prom again. Even though it was written in his point of view, I felt like I was reading it in mineâŚ
Back then: 18 years old
Rachel
Whenever I dreamed about my senior prom, I always saw it unfolding in one long, this-is-unrealistic-but-it-can-totally-happen type of scene.
It starts with me stepping into a brightly lit ballroom with a gorgeous tuxedoed guy at my sideâthe type of guy who is capable of making every girl jealous. While everyone stares at us in utter awe, he kisses me like his life depends on it. Within mere seconds, all of the attention in the room is owned by us.
Seizing the moment, we take to the dance floor and earn a rousing round of applause when he dips me low and brings me up for one final, breathtaking spin.
And for the rest of the night (& the first time in my high school career), Iâm not invisible. Iâm more than âthat girl who lives next door to Ethan.â More than a nobody.
At the end of this dream, my date always helps me into his sleek black car and drives me to The Blue Lake CafĂŠ where we dance one final time under the twinkling lights. Right when I least expect it, he kisses the hell out of me and leaves me utterly breathless. (In the exact way that my mom always said a âperfect prom kissâ should be.) And the moment my perfect date drops me off at home, I throw my amazing night in Ethanâs face since I know his sense of a âdateâ will never compare.
Welp. So much for that fucking dreamâŚ
At the rate that my reality was going tonight, I was slowly accepting that my dream of an ideal prom was too far-fetched. âMake-upâ prom or not, I was starting to wish that âsomeoneâ had never pulled the fire alarm at the previous prom, that Iâd stayed at home.
âYouâre still standing on the wall?â Ashley Chambers, one of the popular minions, stepped in front of me with a smirk on her lips. âI mean, itâs been over an hour at this point. I just canât believe that no guy here has asked to dance with youâŚâ She looked me up and down. âItâs almost like your pretty red dress isnât enough to hide the fact that youâre still one of the biggest losers at this school. How sad.â
âIs it?â I narrowed my eyes at her. âBecause I think the fact that your date has no idea that youâve slept with half the football team is far sadder.â
She sucked in a deep breath as her jaw dropped to the floor.
âSomething wrong, babe?â Her date grabbed her waist from behind, and then his eyes met mine.
âWell, helloâŚâ He let her go and extended his hand to me. âIâm Tyler.â
âAnd sheâs nobody.â Ashely swatted his hand and shot a look at me. âThatâs why sheâs here alone.â She led him away, and he glanced over his shoulder, looking me up and down one last time.
Sighing, I stepped away from the wall and made my way toward the long table of ice sculptures and drinks on the far wall. For whatever reason, the senior class had voted to have all of the ice sculptures carved into the shapes of old school cars and record players.
âI think this was a cool idea,â I said to the attendant, my former history classmate who was wearing a pretty pink dress. âDonât you?â
She rolled her eyes and stamped my wristband, motioning for me to get away from her.
As I approached the punch bowl and picked up a cup, the group of girls who were in line ahead of me set down their drinks and walked away. Seconds later, the other students walked away as well, leaving me alone. Freezing me out all over again.
I couldnât get a single person here to talk to me, and even though I never really fit in, Iâd honestly never felt like a pariah.
Refusing to let anyone see that they were getting the best of me, I tossed back a few cups of punch. I started to make my way to the dance floor, but with every step forward I took, a few couples stepped back and off of the floor. A part of me wanted to believe that this was all in my head, but by the time I was under the glittering banner that hung at the midway point, most of the couples were making their way off the floor.
What did I do?
I took a few steps back, and as they all stared at me with their angry faces, I gave the hell up. I rushed off the dance floor and into the hotelâs hallway. Ducking into the closest bathroom, I swallowed the rising lump in my throat and let the tears roll down my face.
I couldnât figure out what Iâd done to be treated like this. Especially when nothing had happened this week at school. Some of the same people whoâd always given me a stock, âHey,â or âHello,â in the hallways were refusing to make eye contact with me tonight.
Slowly twirling in front of the mirror, I tried to see if there was a stain Iâd missed. That, or some type of âForget Rachel ever existed tonightâ sign thatâd been secretly taped onto my back, but there was nothing. The only new things on me were the tears.
My dreamy red dress was being wasted on a nightmare, and I was certain that the moment I got home, I would be stuffing it into a bag to give away to someone else.
The door suddenly opened, and one of my art classmates stepped inside. She took one long look at me and rolled her eyes, then she walked out without a single word.
What theâŚ
I walked over to the door and opened it, prepared to yell after her. I wanted to ask what was behind all the hatred toward me, but she was long gone.
Far ahead, in the ballroom, I could see everyone cheering and clapping. It only took me a few seconds to realize why.
Mr. Popular, a.k.a. Ethan Wyatt, was walking through the entry doors with Shelby on his arm. He parted through his adoring minions like a God, and I rolled my eyes.
Still, I forced myself to walk back into the room to get a better look at him.
As much as I didnât want to admit it, he looked sexy as hell tonight. I wasnât sure if it was the way the black suit perfectly fit his muscles, the way the soft lights were hitting his bright blue eyes, or the way he was smiling his perfect set of pearly whites, but he looked way hotter than usual. (Well, âhotâ for the first time to me. He was still âjust Ethanâ in my book.)
Shelbyâs eyes met mine, and she immediately turned away from me.
I knew it was only a matter of time before Ethan did the same, so I sucked up what was left of my dignity and headed to the elevator bank.
The doors glided open, and I stepped onto the car.
Just as they were beginning to shut, an arm slipped between them to force them apart.
âWhere the hell are you going?â Ethan stepped inside, smiling. âIâm not sure if the guy who pulled the fire alarm would appreciate you bailing on round two of our prom.â
âIâm going home, Ethan.â I hit the âdoor closeâ button, and the elevator began to move toward the lobby. âThe place where people donât treat me like a pariah or ignore me for no reason.â
âWhat?â He hit the emergency stop button, bringing the car to a halt. âThatâs what you think is happening in there?â
âThatâs exactly whatâs happening, Ethan.â I rolled my eyes. âYou should probably go back to the party and stop talking to me. Otherwise, Iâm sure theyâll start treating you like a pariah, too.â
âI highly doubt that.â He smiled. âNo one can treat Mr. Popular like a pariah. Thatâs one of the main benefits of being me.â
âThank you for reminding me exactly why I hate you.â
âYouâre welcome.â He laughed and dabbed my eyes with his handkerchief. âI think youâre reading this night in the wrong way, Rachel. Like, I can guarantee you thatââ
âCan you please just let me go home and be alone?â I felt my voice cracking. âLike, I know youâre trying to pretend like youâre my friend right now, but Iâd honestly prefer if you treated me like your enemy. Like you usually do.â
Silence.
With his eyes on mine, I hit the button and the car began to move again.
âFair enough.â He let out a sigh. âSince youâre leaving and donât have a car, how are you planning to get home?â
âIâm going to call my Dad. Worst case, Iâll call Stella.â
âNo, donât bother,â he said. âLet me take you.â
âHa! Like Shelby would ever be okay with you leaving her here.â
âShelby is quite pissed at me right now, so Iâm sure sheâll appreciate a break.â He pulled his keys from his pocket. âWant me to take you home, or not?â
âAbsolutely.â
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The ride in Ethanâs car was a blur, punctuated by him leaning over and wiping away my tears here or there as he drove.
Right when he was supposed to make a right on Fountain Avenue, toward our block, he made a left instead. He didnât make a quick turn on any of the back routes, though. He just kept driving.
A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of The Blue Lake CafĂŠ and rolled down the windows. He turned on his headlights, so they were shining against the dock of the pier, and then he turned on the song I always played whenever Iâd twirled around my bedroom in this prom dress.
Walking over to my side, he opened my door and helped me out of the car.
âAlright,â he said. âYour dream about how your prom night is supposed to go is still the dumbest and most unbelievable shit Iâve ever heard, but I can help you with this part. Iâll take a few pictures if you want, before driving you home.â
âYou didnât have to stop here.â I smiled, not wanting to admit that I was happy heâd remembered my ridiculous fantasy. That my night wasnât a complete bust. âThank you, Ethan.â
âFor what?â
âFor this and the small things you do to help me not forget my mom anytime soon,â I said, feeling tears prick my eyes. âIt shouldnât mean anything coming from you, of course, but it kind of does.â
âIt kind of does?â
âYes, kind of.â I smiled. âI didnât stutter. Anyway, what did Shelby get mad at you for this time?â
âNothing major,â he said. âI was just too honest with her, thatâs all.â
âHow is being too honest a bad thing?â
âIf it has anything to do with youâŚâ
I shrugged. âWhat do you mean?â
A slow smile spread across his lips and he took a small step back.
âShe asked me if I liked her dress better than yours,â he said. âBut before I could answer that, she asked meâverbatim, if I thought that she looked better than Rachel Dawson tonight.â
âSure, she did.â I laughed. âYou told her yes, right?â
âI wouldâve,â he said, looking into my eyes. âBut she told me to be one hundred percent honest.â
Silence.
My heart suddenly raced in my chest, and I tried to quickly change the subjectâto lighten the mood, but I couldnât get a single word to fall from my lips.
âCan we have a truce for a few minutes, Rachel?â he asked.
I nodded, still speechless.
âBetween you and me, pretty much every fucking guy who was at the prom tonight had his eyes on you. You were hands down, the most beautiful girl there. You were also the best dressed.â
âDonât try to flatter me.â I felt my cheeks heating. âIf thatâs even halfway true, how do you explain the fact that no guy asked me to dance? Not one.â
He laughed. âMaybe it was too big of a risk to do so. Maybe they didnât want to get yelled at by their jealous dates. Take my word for it,â he said. âI got numerous text messages the moment you stepped into that ballroom. Everyone was looking at you.â
I shook my head, not wanting to believe him, but the look in his eyes told me that he wasnât lying.
âWhat did the text messages say?â I asked. âAnd donât you think that if they were looking at me, that at least one guy wouldâve offered to dance with me?â
He didnât answer my questions. Instead, he moved to his car and turned on the speaker system. Within seconds, a slow song began to play.
Walking over to me, he extended his hand. âIâll dance with you. Out of extreme pity, of course.â
âOf course.â I rolled my eyes. âIâll pass.â
âOkay, not pity. Maybe itâs so my prom night doesnât end without a dance either.â
âYou can go back and dance with Shelby.â
âIâd rather wait a while before even thinking about that.â He held out his hand again. âAre you going to dance with me, or not?â
I hesitated, and he laughed.
He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me close before I could reject his offer. Then he started swaying me to the slow beat of the music, and I followed his lead.
Song after song, we stared at each otherânever losing rhythm as we matched step for step. In the middle of my favorite song, he slid his right hand from around me and gently clasped my fingersâallowing me to twirl and spin back into him.
âYou know that this dance never happened, right?â I asked as a new song started.
âOf course.â He smiled. âI have no idea what dance youâre talking about.â
âGood. You should also know that Iâm not sleeping with you afterward.â
âIâve told you that I donât fuck virgins.â He suddenly dipped me, holding me low for several seconds. âSeeing as though youâll probably be one until youâre eighty years old, I donât think weâll ever have to worry about that.â
We both laughed, and he brought me back up.
He held me close for the next two songs, stopping at every chorus to spin me away and bring me back into him. He kept his eyes on mine, and I couldnât look away from him if I tried.
For some strange reason, I wanted him to kiss me right here and now. To take me down against the pier and own my mouth with his.
Snap out of it, Rachel. Itâs Ethan. Just Ethan.
The sounds of the latest song softened, and I cleared my throat. âYou know, Iâm starting to wonder how Shelby feels about you leaving her at the prom alone. Iâm sure sheâll find a way to make a bunch of drama about it the moment you go back.â
He stopped swaying me, completely letting me go. âShelby is literally the last thing on my mind right now.â
âReally? Then what are you thinking about?â
He didnât answer, he just stared at me.
Before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine, and my arms were wrapped around his neck.
With our mouths greedily fighting for control, he stumbled backward onto the hood of his carâpulling me right on top of him. He was kissing me like he needed me, like this was the last kiss heâd ever get, and I melted into him.
Letting him take the lead, I moaned as he caressed my hips, as he slowly tugged at the zipper on the side of my dress. I tightened my grip on his hair as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, as he gently bit down on it.
âEthanâŚâ I whispered.
As he was deepening our kiss, I felt his cock hardening against my thigh. My skin was heating under the command of his delicate touches, and I couldnât help but moan against his lips.
I felt more turned on than ever, more turned on than when Iâd been with anyone else.
I didnât want him to ever stop kissing me, to ever stop showing me that I had this type of effect on him.
Moving his hand up to my head, he loosened the elastic band from around my bun and let my hair fall to my shoulders.
âRachelâŚâ he said softly.
âYes?â
He didnât answer. He started kissing me again, but it didnât last as long this time.
It was cut short by an abrupt stop of the music. Then the sound of the most annoying bell chime ringtone Iâd ever heard cut through the air. The ringtone heâd selected for Shelby.
Ethan slowly let me go, and I stumbled backwardâstunned at what the hell had just happened. At how, in that one moment, if heâd attempted to take things a bit further, I mightâve let him.
What the hell was that? And where the hell did that come from?
Keeping his eyes on mine, he sat up a bit and answered his phone. Then I heard a raspy female voice coming through his speakers.
âWhere the hell are you, Ethan?â Shelby shouted. âAnd why the hell arenât you running back to apologize for what you said? Like, Iâve given you a full hour to get your shit together, and you have yet to say sorry for making me so fucking mad! Do I need to go home with someone else after tonightâs prom? Is that what you want?â
He stared at me as she continued to rant. Then he slowly moved closerâpressing his forehead against mine and running his fingers through my hair.
I felt my heart racing a mile a minute, felt the sudden urge to press my lips against his again. I was confused and aroused all at once, and I didnât want to think about any potential consequences; I just wanted to go back to where we were sixty seconds ago.
âEthan!â Shelbyâs voice came through his phoneâs speaker again. âEthan, give me the apology I deserve right now, and tell me when youâre coming back to pick me up. Ethan?â
Without answering any of her questions, he ended the call and turned off his phone.
âSince this night never happenedâŚâ he said, still running his fingers through my hair. âDo you want to spend the rest of it with me?â
âEthan WyattâŚâ I swallowed. âAre you seriously insinuating sex right now?â
âNo.â His lips curved into a smile. âIâm seriously insinuating dinner.â
âOh.â I nodded. âThatâd be nice. What about letting me drive us there?â
âHell no,â he said, laughingâbreaking whatever spell we were previously under. He stepped back, and I couldnât help but laugh with him.
Walking over to my side of the car, he opened the door and waited for me to take a seat. âIâll let you pick the restaurant. Nothing too nice, though.â
âWhy not?â I buckled my seatbelt. âIf you were planning to take Shelby to someplace amazing, I think you can afford to take me.â
âI was planning to take her to a cheap pancake spot,â he said. âThat, or a fast food place. Even though sheâs throwing a fit right now, you know damn well that we really donât care about each other like that. She just wants me to play along and act like I do.â
âOf course.â I laughed. âI donât think you really care about anyone.â
âI do care about someone.â He shut my door and walked over to his side. Putting the car in gear, he drove onto the road.
âOh yeah?â I said, not wanting to let that subject go. âWho is this âanyoneâ you care about all of a sudden?â
He looked over at me and shrugged. âYou wouldnât believe me if I told you.â
âAre you sure?â I playfully punched his shoulder. âTry me.â
âI just tried toâŚâ he said under his breath, and then he turned up the radio. âWhich restaurant are we going to?â
Track 34. Forget You, Rachel
Rachel
âI just tried toâŚâ
I couldnât stop crying. I wiped tears away for what felt like forever, feeling my heart race as memories of that night flooded my brain. Then I raced through the remaining fourteen chapters, reading them faster than Iâd ever read anything before. When I reached the epilogue, I had to force myself to stop.
He didnât say that I had to read the epilogue. I need to save something for myself.
I returned to a section that I wanted to reread once more, paying special attention to lines I never knew. It was the last paragraph in the chapter about our senior year in high school, and I couldnât help but stare at it for a very long time.
I never told Rachel why I did what I did in that bathroomâwhy I told that guy that she was a slut, while she was in earshot. I tried to convince myself that it was because she wouldnât believe me.
To this day, itâs my biggest regret. I shouldâve gone to her house later, sat her down, and told her the entire story. Because even then, I had feelings for her. I just didnât think I was ready for them.
âUm, Rachel?â The sound of someone saying my name made me shut the binder and look up, right into a spotlight.
How the hell is it this late already?
âAre you okay? You look distraught,â the voice spoke again, and I blinked a few times. Then I looked to my left and saw one of the shipâs female supervisors.
âIâm fine,â I said. âI was just reading.â
âWell, when you get done âjust reading,â you can write your professor a letter about why you decided to skip her class today.â She shook her head and thrust a yellow post-it in my face. âAfter you deal with this, of course. The lead counselor received this for you a few minutes ago.â
A woman named Stella has an emergency message for you. Wants you to video/Skype her ASAP.
Feel free to use extra satellite minutes, if need be.
I immediately stood to my feet. Grabbing the binder and the extra sheets, I rushed down the hall and took the elevator to the eighth deck. With my mind racing a mile a minute, I tried not to panic, but all types of thoughts crossed my mind.
Please donât let anything happen to my dad. Please, please, please.
I took a seat at a computer and typed in the passcode, nervously tapping my fingers as the internet connection slowly dialed.
Once it was set, I opened Skype and dialed Stellaâs number.
It rang once. It rang twice.
The screen blurred, and she and my father appeared.
âHey, there, Rachel!â they said in unison, waving.
âHey.â I let out a sigh of relief. âWhatâs going on? Are you sick, Dad? Are you losing the house? Filing for bankruptcy?â
The two of them exchanged glances and burst into loud laughter.
âOh god, Rachel.â He held a hand against his chest. âWhat the heck are you talking about?â
âThis note,â I said, holding it up. âIt said you had an emergency message for me.â
âWe said it was urgent, not an emergency.â He wiped away a few stray tears. âNo one is dying, and no one is losing anything.â
âThen whatâs the message?â
âWe just want you to know that weâve talked to Ethan,â he said, smiling.
âIâm aware of that.â I blinked. âWe were skyping the two of you like five days ago, remember?â
âRight.â He smiled even wider, looking like a little kid. âWell, we were planning to meet you two at the next port, but theyâve grounded outgoing flights to our layover city for the rest of the weekend. Weâll have to figure out where we can meet you next. Just know that everything is fine, as long as you tell us everything later. Oh, and make sure you tell him that we love him.â
I said nothing. I just stared at them. If there was ever an award for the most pointless phone call, this was definitely in the running for a spot in the top five.
âWas there anything in this call for me, Dad?â I tilted my head to the side. âYou know, your daughter?â
âWe love you, too.â He laughed. âOh, and Iâm still putting your next care package together. It should meet you within two ports.â
âThank you,â I said, rolling my eyes. âRemind me to sit you and Stella down when I get home, so we can talk about what the word âurgentâ means.â
He laughed louder and blew me a kiss before ending the call.
Before I could even begin to process what the hell that was about, my Skype account beeped with a new call from Penelope.
Answering it, I smiled as her face appeared on the screen.
âHey there, Rach!â She placed her hand against her chest. âIâm so glad I caught you! Did I miss it? Give me all the details!â
âMiss what?â I shrugged. âWhat details?â
âWe havenât missed it.â Greg appeared onscreen next to her and kissed her cheek. âI told you she would call you when it happened.â
I gave them a blank stare.
âWeâre talking about umâForget You, Rachel,â Penelope said. âWe loved it, but we wanted to get your reaction. He emailed us about finally making you finish it.â
âItâs good,â I said.
âDid you read the whole thing?â She tilted her head to the side. âLike, with the epilogue?â
I nodded, and she shook her head.
âShe definitely didnâtâŚâ She and Greg burst into laughter.
âOkay, then,â she said, âWeâll call you tomorrow. Can you try to get online at the same time?â
âSureâŚâ I logged off the call and shook my head. Two pointless phone calls in a row.
I need to make them add money to my Skype account for doing this.
As I was trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about, Ethan walked into the room. The sight of him dressed in an immaculate suit and tieâwith his pearly white smile to match, sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Was there an event onboard today that I forgot about? The business party isnât until four days from now.
âMy dad wants you to know that he loves you,â I said, turning off the computer. âOh, and he seems to think that you need to know that everything is fine, as long as I tell him all about my day later.â I paused. âDo you think heâs losing his memory this early?â
He laughed. âNot at all, but thanks for telling me what he said.â
âOh, and Greg and Penelope called. They finished your book and said they liked it.â
âNo, they loved it.â He laughed, moving closer and reaching for my hand. âI need to talk to you about something.â
âRight now?â
âYes, right now.â He helped me to my feet and clasped my hand, leading me out of the room. âHowâd you feel about the remaining chapters of the book?â
âThey were pretty good for a debut, I guess.â I tried not to feed his ego.
âThatâs all it was? Pretty good?â
âIt may get a reread once a year.â More like once a week.
âWhat about the extra chapter of us at the make-up prom?â He led me into the main lounge, where the wall of panoramic windows gave a sweeping view of the sea.
âI think you should include it in the book,â I said. âBut after reading the entire thing, Iâm wondering what mightâve happened if the characters hadnât agreed to erase that night from their memories.â
âWhyâs that?â
âMaybe they wouldnât have fallen out right before college if they just admitted their feelings for each other,â I said, feeling a bit of regret. âMaybe if the heroine knew certain things the hero had done on her behalf instead of assuming thatâWell, you know.â
âYeah.â He nodded. âHowâd you feel about the epilogue?â
âIt was good. Great.â I shrugged.
âWhat happened in it?â
âThey lived happily ever after.â
âGive me the details like you normally do, Rachel.â
âUmâŚâ I searched for an answer. âWell, they umâŚâ
That familiar sexy smile spread across his face. âYouâre still attempting to hold off on reading some of it, arenât you?â
âYes.â I felt my cheeks reddening. âBut itâs not because I donât want to. Itâs so I can have something to savor laterâŚItâs more than âpretty good,â Ethan. Itâs fucking perfect. And I think you may have ruined me from reading other books for a while, because I can honestly tell you that Iâm just going to reread yours for the next several weeks.â
âIâm honored that you feel that way, Rachel,â he said, brushing a few stray hairs from my face. âUnfortunately, I have to spoil the ending for you right now.â
âYou wouldnât dare.â I narrowed my eyes at him. âIf you do, you know that will put you at the top of my shit list untilââ
âWe fuck again,â he said, kissing me. âI have to, though. You clearly canât be trusted to finish it any time soon, and Iâve attempted to pull this off several different times. If you keep refusing to finish, weâll never get to the best part.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
He let out a sigh and pulled a black box from his pocket, then he got down on one knee and looked up at me.
âRachel Marie DawsonâŚâ he said, and I immediately felt tears pricking my eyes. âIâve previously told you that I loved you since I was seven and a half years old. But over the years, I honestly canât deny that while youâve definitely been my number one enemy at times, youâve always been my best friend.â He looked into my eyes. âI never told you this, but your mother wrote me a letter right before she passed, and IâŚI didnât open it until you stopped talking to me when we broke up, when you decided to return to Semester at Sea. She said that she always thought that we should end up together. If we werenât already, she said that I should immediately take you out. Of course, I was already fucking miserable since you werenât talking to me at that point, and I never want to feel that way, or be without you, for that long again.â
I tried to hold it together, but it was no use. My heart was pounding against my chest, and tears were falling down my face.
âI know weâre only twenty-two and a half right now, but I want you to be by my side from now until weâre one hundred and a half, too. I donât want to go another day without knowing that youâll be mine forever, because I know that Iâve always been yoursâŚâ
I cried a little harder as he squeezed my hand.
âI know weâve always signed off on all our letters with âForget Youâ, but Iâve never been able to truly forget you, Rachel. I never willâŚâ
He took the ring from the box and gently placed it at the tip of my finger. âRachel Marie Dawson, will you marry me?â
âYes.â I barely managed as he stood up to kiss me. âWell, wait. Under one small condition.â
âWhat condition is that?â
âSince youâve somewhat spoiled it, I want you to tell me exactly how you wrote this part in your book.â
He smiled and kissed me again. âHonestly? Itâs written in the exact same wayâŚâ
The End
Thank you to everyone who has read Forget You, Ethan & Sincerely, Carter. Iâll never be able to thank you enough for taking a chance on these characters.
If you missed me personally addressing this epilogue, you can find it here.
If youâre interested in reserving a signed copy of either book, theyâll be available in the F.L.Y. store this spring. If youâd prefer to have them in one complete set, a la Sincerely, Yours, those will be available, too.
Thank you for everything.
F.L.Y.
Whitney G.
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