Around five twenty-four the next morning, Brittney rolls over and instinctively begins to kiss Jordan. She doesn't realize where she is or what she's doing right then. Her repressed memory has her believing she's back in Pennsylvania and the person she feels that she's in bed with her fiancé.

Jordan picks up on her moans during the kiss, rolls over on his side, and strips her down. With eyes shut, Brittney reaches out, pulling Jordan on top of her body and pushing against him when she feels him begin to slide into her body and rocks her hips back and forth to pick up the pace. Brittney's moans evolve into screams as she digs her nails into Jordan's back which causes him to thrust even harder, trying to push deeper.

"Yes! Fuck, me..." she moans, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"God, yes, Britt, you feel so good," Jordan whispers into her ear that sends her off the deep end into an orgasm.

"Don't stop, please, for the love of God, don't slow down or stop. Goddamn, yes, yes, YES!" She cries out, clinching her eyes tighter as she quivers in pleasure.

Jordan feels himself about to erupt and tries to pull out, but Brittney has too tight of a grip, and before he realizes it, he unloads into her womb, but that's not what grabs his attention.

"I love you, Scott!" Brittney calls out seconds before she opens her eyes and sees Jordan, "Oh fuck!" She gasps, slapping her hand over her mouth.

Jordan's jaw nearly drops to the bed when he hears her scream another man's name. He pulls out and sits up as Brittney curls up in shame.

"I'm just uh, gonna go get cleaned up." He says and slowly gets to his feet and gets his bag.

Brittney lies there long enough that she nearly passes out again after her heart stops beating like a war drum and doesn't regain her senses until she begins to smell the aroma of breakfast from downstairs. Caught off guard by the scent of food, Brittney gets up, throwing on a robe. She doesn't think it could be Jordan, as he's probably already halfway home to his parent's house after what she did earlier.

She peeps around the corner to see Jordan over at the stove at the bottom of the steps and doesn't know what he's making, but whatever it is smells delicious. In a deep whiff, Brittney quietly makes her way into the kitchen. Just before Jordan turns his head, she props open her robe a bit to try to tease him in hopes of making up for the blunder.

"About time you got up," Jordan says when he feels a kiss on his cheek and arms wrap around his midsection.

"I am so sorry about earlier. I don't know what happened; I guess I just had a flashback to a different time."

All Jordan can do is shrug his shoulders since not having experience in this sort of ordeal. The worst thing that got hurt that morning was pride. Other than the few words he said when Brittney slightly startled him, Jordan doesn't have much to say while finishing up food.

"Done," he announces and begins to step back to split the eggs and ham onto two plates and place them on the table with a couple of glasses of orange juice.

Brittney doesn't even attempt to adjust her robe. She is unwilling to apologize a second time and plays it up, trying to make up for it through sex appeal. When Brittney fails at that objective, she looks down at her plate to see Jordan's comfort food.

"Is that ham mixed in with scrambled eggs?" She asks as she pokes at it with her fork.

"Yes, ma'am, it is, simple, southern, and scrumptious," Jordan says in between bites.

Brittney tries a small bite but doesn't enjoy the taste at first.

"Add a little salt. It helps bring out the flavor when it begins to cool."

She does as Jordan advises and tries it again. It's not as bad with the second bite and continues to eat in silence. By the time they finish, Jordan takes both their plates and cleans and dries them along with the glasses.

"It was good, and I guess I'm not used to how things are done here. I'm used to a full breakfast and not southern comfort foods." She mentions with a low tone.

"All gravy, baby, anyways, if you want, get cleaned up before you run me home."

"Can I do anything to make up for what I did earlier?"

In the chair, Jordan leans back a bit with a single request. "Tell me what happened back up that way."

The glare in her eyes is instant. Brittney wants to be reluctant, but before she realizes it, she's opening up about the past.

"Well, I met Scott at a job while in college. I was working in the Student Union, downstairs in the game room. He was with a bunch of guys from his fraternity, and well, he got dared to try to hook up with me. Back then, I wasn't as wild as I am now. I uh, I was reserved, quiet, and I kept to myself." She begins as Jordan leans against the counter.

"So, Scott comes over and asks me out. At first, I knew it was a prank, and I said no. He kept it up the entire time they were there, and every time he got shot down, they added on a chore for him to do at the frat house."

In her mind, everything as it played out that evening. She's wearing a multi-colored form-fitting shirt and a pair of tight jeans with a hole at one of the knees. Scott, however, was wearing a pair of Diesel Jeans that accompanied his Calvin Klein polo. The central fact she wasn't going to tell Jordan that Scott was on the wrestling team.

"After the frat guys left, he returned when he knew I was closing up the game room. Scott approached me and seemed sincere when he said he wasn't there to win a bet the second time around."

"Uh-huh, sounds like a classy guy." Jordan chimes in with a sarcastic tone.

In her mind, reliving that night, Brittney jumped ahead to their first date after she gave in and told Scott yes. That was the night that started to turn her world around. She meets Scott at her apartment, and together they head out for a night on the town in downtown Pittsburg.

"Let's take your car. I don't think you'll wanna be driven around in a big Chevy truck." Brittney says, mimicking Scott's voice, but that's when she connects the dots.

It's the trucks, Jordan's truck, and Scott's love for trucks, and that's another item on the list now to try to keep herself from beginning to feel anything above a physical attraction.

"Now, our first date, he wanted to take my car, but I had this dinky beat-up Geo Tracker. I was embarrassed. Regardless we took his truck on that date."

Jordan can't help but interrupt.

"Where did y'all go?"

"We went to a movie and Pizza Hut. Not romantic, but hey, we were in college." She replies with a shoulder nudge.

All Jordan does is nod. He's not impressed, but it does shed some light on a complicated girl. The big question in mind is how a young woman went from slightly humbled to an arrogant snob.

"After that date, we just really got along. Scott would walk me to work, and we spent any free time together. He showed me where he came from, just outside of Philly. I can say that Scott came from money, and his love for trucks is something his family still doesn't understand. He showed me what money and status could do for a person. The best fact about Scott thought, he got me away from the humiliating life I had before we met." She reveals which gives Jordan the answer.

"I see. Well, that guy must have meant something to you for you to call out his name instead of mine."

Still feeling horrible, Brittney gets to her feet and goes over to Jordan. Without saying a word, she wraps her arms around him with a few tears.

"I am still so incredibly sorry for that. I just was taken back when I had my place back home, and other than that, I can't even explain."

Not one to hold a grudge, Jordan puts his arms around her.

"Things happen, he's up there, and I'm here. I should be thankful to have a woman like you. Strong, independent, and hungry to do better in life. Britt, you're amazing, and I don't know if you want to hear this, but I think I'm falling in love with you. That's a first for me, but I can't help it. You're making me wanna become a better man to prove you're not wasting your time."

Scared out of her mind when he says that, Brittney pulls back and looks Jordan in the eye.

"Thank you, and if you want, I can tell you about the day I walked in on him and my roommate."

"Go for it..." he states as Brittney just gutted his feelings.

Once she's free from his grip, they go out into the living room, where they sit on opposite ends of the couch. Brittney digs deep into her mind and doesn't want to relive that day, but she opened her mouth, and this is the price she's willing to pay to atone for the mistake.

"Well, as you know, cold weather hits earlier the farther north you go. Fall didn't even happen, and winter started out of nowhere." She begins to talk with her hands moving as she breaks down the past.

"And uh, there was a snowstorm that came through, and it knocked out power when a semi-truck took out a power pole. No electricity at work means we get to call it an early day with pay, might I add." She states, trying to make it a joyful moment.

"Moving on, however, there I was on my way home. I started working at BRASS, you know, a newbie, moved up from that God-awful Tracker to a slightly used Camry that he bought for me when I graduated and landed a job. We got engaged about four months at that point, and I thought things had been a little weird. Scott, uh, started acting funny by changing the code to his phone and would make up excuses to avoid doing wedding stuff. I thought it was only, you know, cold-feet."

In a single huff, Jordan sits there feeling horrible and can see the pain that's still very evident in Brittney's eyes. They begin to water, and the more she relives that day, the more it shows why she has such a tough guard.

"I tried calling him on the way home because Scott was supposed to be at work. He was a journalist major and started doing script work for the local news and would also be an alternative when someone was on vacation or called in sick. That day, it was icy and snowing. I stop by Wong One Thai Food for lunch. I kept texting and calling, which started a gut instinct that something was wrong. I thought that they had sent him out to record a segment on traffic or something."

"Yeah, I can understand how you would think that," Jordan comments, keeping his attention locked onto every word.

After a deep huff and an extended moment of silence, Brittney sits there with a look of regret still in her eyes.

"Imagine my surprise when I pull up and see him in my parking spot. I thought it was no big deal, and he wanted to surprise me. I tried to rush into my apartment. I walked in as quietly as I could. Once I shut and locked the door was when I heard giggling. Not surprised because you know he got along great with my roommate, Danielle. What shocked me was when I got to the living room, and they weren't there." Brittney pauses to keep from getting upset all over again.

Now the true meaning behind her words becomes too real as Jordan sits there in silence to give Brittney the time to work through and release the tension still buried deep hopefully.

"The giggling had come to a stop and was replaced with soft moans. My mind refused to accept the confirmation that they were fucking around. I did my best to creep up the steps and then down to the bedroom. They had kept the door slightly open, and I couldn't believe it. They weren't in Danielle's bedroom; so, I made my way down to mine, and they were having sex on my bed!" She lets out in a louder tone as she frowns, and tears form.

Jordan's mouth slightly dips open when he listens and sees the effect that moment made in Brittney's life.

"I didn't blow up, and I didn't go storming into the room. I got my phone out and recorded my roommate and fiancé making love. I know, I know, it sounds messed up, but I needed proof. I watched as she rode Scott, and then they got into position and finished doggy style. I can still hear her calling out his name and him groaning as he let loose inside of her."

"That's horrible! I promise if you give me the same chance that dumb sum bitch had, I won't cheat on you." Jordan offers, trying to make his case.

"Last I heard from friends on Facebook, they got engaged, and he knocked her up and got caught cheating on her too. When we met and went and talked on our first date, he seemed so sincere. He knew what to say and how to make up for times he made mistakes. How stupid could I have been?"

Unable to listen to anymore, Jordan scoots over and takes her into his arms for comfort. She sits there and sniffles while she regrets giving someone her heart, only to be torn apart.

"I don't have any words to say, but as I said, I could do better. I can tell now why you are the way you are and want better because he showed you a better world with a higher class. I'm not exactly that kind of class of people, but I am going to do better. I'm up to become a senior paramedic, and I will make it to become a supervisor and keep going. You put me on a path to do better. If that counts for anything," Jordan says.

"It does, and I'm happy I could help. I just haven't fully healed, obviously. You are a good guy, and you do deserve a shot. I'll do it; I'll be exclusive, but don't think I'm going to just fall in love after what I told you. Also, please don't ever use it against me. I will leave you hanging and not think twice about it." Brittney warns Jordan in an embrace.

"You've been through enough, and that's not in my personality. Just let me hold you for a bit to help you calm down, and we'll get going."

Jordan leans back into the couch, and Brittney nearly falls asleep in his arms. After about forty minutes of being held, Brittney sits up and tugs on Jordan's shirt as the signal to get a move on to take him home.