As they wait for the departure date, the couple finds themselves settling into a bit of a routine in the weeks that follow. On Saturday, though, things are different from the usual movie, dinner, and sex at Jordan's place.

On this day, the couple isn't together due to Brittney having to work a half-day. Once she's finished, she meets up with one of her coworkers who has become a good friend. They drive over to the John's Creek Mall and spend time window shopping. Brittney stumbles upon a sexy new little light pink see-through nightie and buys it. Not long after, she comes across a leather jacket that she believes would make Jordan look more attractive. The upcoming trip to Colorado comes to mind, and she quickly buys it before she can talk herself out of it.

"Oh, girl, if he doesn't love the jacket, he best be loving you in that sexy little get-up," Marta mentions with a seductive little smirk on her face.

"Damn straight, he best! It's about time if I'm going to be stuck in this relationship that he starts to be more like the kind of man I deserve." Brittney lets slip out, then slaps her hand over her mouth.

"Can't say that I blame you! I think he's hot, but that boy needs to grow up and become more adultlike." Marta replies as they begin to wind down their time at the mall.

Before Brittney makes her usual haul down to Atlanta for a night out at the PBR, she's not too thrilled being surrounded by a rowdy crowd of spectators watching cowboys ride bulls.

Meanwhile, down in Atlanta, Jordan and Alex are out at the jeweler's, trying to find the perfect engagement ring. Jordan has been oblivious to the fact that Brittney is bored with the routine. To him, it's been an adventure to experience all the new things she's pushed him to do with different cuisines and trying to spice up their sex life gradually, even though Jordan isn't the type to be into handcuffs and oral foreplay.

"Dude! That ring is beautiful!" Alex mentions as they glare over the quarter karat princess diamond cut ring.

"I can't believe I am gonna do this..." he pauses for a moment. "Logan, my cousin, told me how pretty the mountains are covered in the snow out where he lives and that I should propose out there."

Alex pats his partner on the back and gives him some advice.

"Look, I know you're not keen on this...but...you are so much like your brother. You're both hopeless romantics, and when you love, you love hard and deep."

The only signal Jordan replies with is a head nod. His stomach is tied into several knots, and he can't believe how he feels about Brittney.

"Yeah, with this kind of ring, there's no way Brit-Brat can say no." Jordan gloats with his cheeks flushed.

"I don't think she likes that name that much. I've noticed she sort of cringes when you use it to pick at her." Alex brings up trying to be sensitive at the comment.

Jordan waves it off and waves to get the salesperson's attention. While she makes her way over to them, she tips her head up to keep chin level with the floor.

"Yes, how may I assist you, gentlemen?"

"I'd like to get the princess cut diamond ring right there in the corner."

"Ah, yes, excellent selection, sir, and may I say you two make a lovely looking couple." She says as Alex's mouth drops open.

"We're not together...I uh have an actual girlfriend," Jordan replies as the saleslady nearly drops the ring box on the floor.

"My deepest apologies! I am so very sorry!"

"No fowl, no damage done. I just wanna buy this and surprise my girl on Christmas Eve." He informs the slender saleslady as they make their way over to the register.

"Please, allow me to make up for my foolishness. I'll give you an extra ten percent off, which will bring the tally to just over nine hundred dollars and forty-eight cents."

Jordan takes out his wallet and hands the credit card over to the saleslady. Soon after, he slips his wallet back into the right rear pocket, takes the bag, and tells her, "have a good day and thank you!" as he prepares to walk out of the store.

Within a couple of hours, Alex makes himself scarce. He tries to give Jordan and Brittney as much alone time as he can. Usually, while he's away from the apartment, he heads down to Lakeside to spend time with Justin and his wife and occasionally attends church to listen to Justin preach.

When Brittney arrives, she sets her stuff back in the bedroom; and makes her way into the front room, where she flops down in the chair with the jacket in her arms. At the same time, Jordan gets ready by slipping out of his t-shirt and into a short-sleeve blue shirt and his favorite form-fitting jeans. The last item he gets is his rattlesnake skin cowboy boots and slips them on.

Brittney hates how he looks, except for the jeans. She's nearly drooling at the sight of how they complement his toned legs along with the bulge in his groin area.

"Ready Brit-Brat?"

Huffing a single deep breath, she nods yes and takes the jacket holding it out.

"Surprise! I got this for you for when we go to Colorado. Do you like it?"

Jordan's shocked. He's not been one for jackets being so close to Atlanta, where it stays hot nearly near round. He gawks at it and can't believe how nice it feels in his hands.

"It's awesome! I mean, wow, this looks like hand-stitched leather, but this must have cost a fortune." Jordan expresses in excitement.

Still annoyed at the 'Brit-Brat' comment, Britney takes his arm after Jordan hangs the jacket up in his bedroom closet. They make their way down to his truck, where he has something in store.

"Oh, yeah, surprise!" Jordan says as he fires the truck to life and turns on the A/C.

"It works!" Brittney cries out as her jaw stays dropped.

"I had Justin work on it one day. He slapped on an updated part to make it work and recharged it for me. He's amazing at fixing and tinkering with old cars and such."

"I love it! Ahhhh..." she lets out as the cold blast of air travels down her low-cut shirt.

She is overjoyed not to be suffering in the extreme humidity that is in Atlanta. Brittney smirks and sees how hard Jordan is trying. That's the one central fact that still grabs her attention and temporarily keeps her from running for the hills.

By the time they arrive at the stadium for the show, they make it with less than six minutes left until it's time to kick things into gear. With a beer in each hand, Jordan doesn't waste time chugging his Budweiser while Brittney tries to get used to the taste of Coors Light.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may you stand and place your hand over your hearts while we pay tribute to those on the front lines of our brave military and those first responders who save lives every day." The announcer begins as the national anthem begins to play.

Soon after, the crowd roars with applause as the bull riders come out when their names are announced. The crowd begins to bang along with hooting and hollering for the young men.

Brittney quickly follows along, and before it dawns on her, she's having fun watching the riders trying to get a perfect score. She's hollering at times louder than Jordan. At the same time, he hears her getting into the show; Jordan can't wait to reveal what else he has in place to break the monotony.

When the event's champion is called, Jordan quickly takes Brittney by the hand and leads her to the horse trainer.

"Hey, any way I can let my girl here pet one of the horses?" He calls out.

"We're not supposed to, but since I remember you as the paramedic from our last show, I'll let ya in for a moment."

Brittney is in shock as she walks ahead of Jordan and gently begins to touch the show horse.

"He's so pretty! What's his name?" She asks.

"Gunner, he's a retired barrel racer. We got him from a rider training camp from Colorado. He's a good ole boy and a former champion in his own right." Brittney's told as her heartbeat picks up with excitement.

"I've never petted a real horse before! Thank you so much for letting me."

"My pleasure, thank y'all for comin' out to the show. The PBR is an entirely different experience for people. We put value into wholesome family entertainment, and I hope y'all come back again when we return to town in a few months."

"We will, thank you," Jordan says as Brittney takes his hand, and they make their way out to the truck.

Not needing to say anything, Brittney is shocked when Jordan drops his truck down into Drive, and soon they arrive in front of an authentic Cuban restaurant.

"Wow! You're going all out tonight, babe."

"You can thank Alex. He uh, he made me realize that we were heading for a bit of a rut with the same routine. I don't want us to become stale or bored. I want us to experience new things and keep that flame between bright for as long as I can."

In a state of shock, Brittney isn't sure how to feel about the comments. Every time she seems to have Jordan figured out, he pulls the rug out from under her.

"C'mon, let's get inside and enjoy dinner, my treat."

Once they're seated, the ambiance is different. The restaurant is darker inside, with plenty of little red candles all around. Brittney is captivated by the aroma of the kitchen. She glances over the menu and finds something new to experience.

"Good evening, and welcome to New Havana's. Can I get you started with a drink or a sweet tea?" The server offers as he stands there with a towel draped over his forearm.

"I'd like a mojito, please." Brittney orders as she hands over her ID.

"I'll have a water with lemon, please, and thank you," Jordan mentions.

After a nod, the server turns around to place in their drink orders. Jordan and Brittney continue to glance over the menu.

"I think I'll try the Cuban Chicken Fricassee; that sounds tasty," Brittney comments as she looks over at Jordan.

"This Ropa Vieja doesn't look too awful. I think I'll give that a once-over."

Brittney snickers at his southern accent, trying to pronounce the dish.

When their drinks arrive, the couple places in their order and don't have to wait long as they're only people inside the restaurant, that's precisely one reason why Jordan chose this location. He looks over at the empty dance floor to get Brittney out there once the music starts up.

By the time Brittney gets about four mojitos drank, she's feeling a buzz. She's still unaware that Jordan has a sinister motive up his sleeve. She sits there enjoying the chicken and seasoned brown rice. Jordan devours his choice of shredded beef with slices of tomato and white rice.

Finished in no time, he sits back and waits for Brittney to push the plate away. He stares into her eyes and works up the courage to reach out for her hand as the music begins to play a new song.

"Care to dance?" He requests as her eyes twinkle a bit brighter in the candlelight.

"Hell yes!" and shortly after she utters those words, the two of them are out on the dance floor trying their best not to look like fools.

All Brittney cares about is that her worries have vanished. In the back of her mind, she still hears the term Brit-Brat over and over again. It's her reminder that not everything is as good as it appears. She struggles to snatch that voice to shut it up.

"This has been a magical night! I love it, Jordan, and I love you." She tells him in a low, passionate tone.

"I'd do anything for you, Britt. Even if it means I have to force myself to stop calling you Brit-Brat. You are my heart, and every beat is only for you."

They come to a pause when she takes a hand and places it over her heart, with a couple of tears.

"You can be so sweet!" Brittney says in a near state of being drunk. "Let's pay for dinner and get back to the apartment!"

Brittney can't say no to almost anything as she sees how Jordan has placed her high on a pedestal. The guilt of wanting to end things comes to a sudden halt with her inhibitions momentarily hampered.

Back at the apartment, Brittney takes charge and leads Jordan back to the bedroom, where she shoves him hard onto the bed and takes her bag into the bathroom to change. She reappears in the brand-new nightie, and Jordan's mouth nearly hits the floor. The tone of the light pink appears flawless with Brittney's body. Jordan's frozen in place and Brittney takes note of this to have her way.

She grabs both wrists and places them behind his back, cuffing them. Brittney's plan to up the ante and takes a new turn when she undoes his belt and jeans to pull out his stiffened member to inhale it down her throat.

"Fuck..." Jordan mutters under his breath as Brittney runs her hands up and down his thighs almost as slow as her head rises and falls as she barely uses her teeth to lightly and gently scrape along Jordan's penis to work him up to the point he can't hold it any longer.

"Don't stop! For the love of God, don't stop!" He pleads as he drops back onto the bed, partially frustrated, unable to grab into Brittney's hair as he begins to unload.

Once the mood settles, and Brittney knows she still has control. She crawls over Jordan's body and positions herself over his mouth.

"Time to return the favor, and it shouldn't be too hard. I want this to be different too!" She orders with her hands planted firmly into Jordan's hair.

Slightly uncomfortable, Jordan does his best to oblige Brittney's request. He works her over with his tongue for what feels like several minutes to him, but for Brittney, she doesn't take long at all to release her body's desires. She moans and rocks her hips ever so lightly to keep from Jordan doing his job.

Satisfied with the job from his mouth and tongue, Brittney rolls off Jordan and releases him from the handcuffs. To her surprise, he snatches the cuffs from her grip and ties her hands up, and places them over the top left post of the bed where she can't get them free.

"My turn to rock your body now!" He warns her as her legs wrap around his torso and doesn't waste time slamming into her for several minutes as both of them moan and groan until they finish after Jordan pulls out.

They pant as the sweat beads up from their body heat. Jordan feels like a new man is forming within his soul. Though Brittney feels the effects wearing off and her fears rise back to the surface, Jordan releases her from the cuffs and quickly falls asleep.

"Tonight was nearly perfect, but there's no way we can keep this up. I'll give us until Christmas, and if this nagging feeling doesn't fade, then I am gone. I'm sorry, Jordan, but I can't be stuck with this forever." She whispers so lightly that she can barely hear herself speak.

Brittney falls asleep not long after and sleeps through the night for the first-time in weeks.