Sara

I was eating lunch in my room, trying to psyche myself up for my dinner with Ben. It was less that I was nervous about him and more about me.

The last time I had been able to go out and do anything remotely fun or relaxing was when I turned 21, and some of the guys my father had been running with around the time thought I deserved some drinks on them since I was legal.

Not that they had cared about laws, but they knew that I was working really hard and ...