A Rock An A Hard Place

But.....Im Still A virgin

Haven's Perspective

I've kept this secret to myself, but I'm still a virgin. Jaxon and I have never crossed that line. I suppose it's because I never fully trusted him, and whenever things started heating up, one name always popped into my mind—Brantley. He was the one I truly desired, and I would always pull back before things escalated with Jaxon. But today was different; it was my birthday, and I was determined to let loose and embrace the moment. I dove into shots, first with Hannah, then with Kolby, and later joined by Mama Becky and her friends, along with Brantley's Aunt Karen, my dad, my brother, Michelle, Eli, and Ashley. Soon, it was a lively scene with me, Ashley, Mama Becky, Michelle, and Hannah all dancing on the bar in Brantley's man cave. As the drinks flowed, I transformed into Georgia Mae—the fierce, leather-clad biker babe who took no nonsense from anyone.

The music pulsed through the room, a vibrant backdrop to the chaos of laughter and clinking glasses. I could feel the energy surging around me, a collective buzz that made my heart race. It was my birthday, and for the first time in a long while, I felt free. The weight of my secret, the hesitation that had held me back for so long, began to lift with each shot I took.

Hannah, with her wild curls and infectious laughter, pulled me into a spin, and I couldn't help but join in her exuberance. We danced like no one was watching, our bodies moving in sync to the beat, the world outside fading away. Kolby joined us, his goofy antics making us laugh even harder. He was the life of the party, always ready with a joke or a silly dance move that made everyone around him smile.

Mama Becky, with her vibrant personality and endless energy, was the queen of the night. She had a way of making everyone feel included, and as she twirled around, her laughter ringing out, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn't realized I craved. Brantley's Aunt Karen, with her stories of wild youth and adventures, added to the atmosphere, her voice a melodic thread weaving through the fabric of our celebration.

But amidst the laughter and the music, my thoughts kept drifting back to Brantley. He was the one who had always held my attention, the one who made my heart race with just a glance. I could picture him in my mind—his tousled hair, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and that smile that could light up the darkest room. I had always been drawn to him, but fear had kept me at bay. Fear of what it would mean to cross that line, to give myself to someone who had the power to break me.

As the night wore on, I felt the alcohol coursing through my veins, loosening my inhibitions. I was no longer just Haven; I was Georgia Mae, the fierce biker babe who could take on the world. I climbed onto the bar, my friends cheering me on, and I let the music take over. I danced with abandon, my body moving to the rhythm, feeling alive in a way I hadn't in ages.

And then, there he was—Brantley, standing at the edge of the room, watching me with that familiar intensity. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked. In that moment, everything else didn't matter anymore because.I felt things in way I hadn't in years. The lights above me twinkled like stars, and for a moment, I was weightless, suspended in a bubble of joy and freedom. The crowd below roared with approval, their cheers blending with the pulsing bass, creating a symphony of celebration that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

Hannah and Kolby joined me on the bar, our trio a whirlwind of laughter and movement. We were a force of nature, a kaleidoscope of colors and energy, and I felt invincible. The worries that had plagued me for so long—the expectations, the fears, the doubts—began to dissolve into the air, replaced by a fierce determination to seize the moment. I was done holding back.

As I spun and twirled, I caught a glimpse of Brantley standing at the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on me. My heart skipped a beat. There was something electric in the way he looked at me, a mix of admiration and something deeper that sent a thrill through my veins. I could see the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile, and in that instant, I felt a pull, a magnetic connection that drew me closer to him despite the distance.