This might have been the most impulsive thing I had ever done. Indigo typically had to drag me along to her bad girl antics, considering I was always paranoid dad would figure out when I had been drinking or meeting up with Noah without asking first. I felt bold tonight. I was an adult now. I was fully within my right to make this choice, right? Right. Still, I felt a little flip in my tummy when I thought again about what I was doing. Maybe Noah would get here and I would just chicken out. Ugh, but he must have realized what I was inferring by inviting him over: “I’ve got the house to myself.” I shook head as if to delete my rambling insecurities. Just chill the fuck out, I chastised. You’re a grown ass woman. Time to act like it. I checked the time again. Fifteen minutes, huh? Good thing I showered earlier. But maybe I should brush my teeth again. I retreated to the bathroom to get ready; if nothing was staying the same anyway, I might as well dive right in. Out of every change that I would be facing this was the one I was most ready for.