Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding 1)

There was hardly enough space for her to breathe let alone move around much. That left her the option of being plastered against Ramsey's strong chest, and really she didn't mind. He was a solid rock of muscles. She had to be right in her assessment that he worked out constantly. There was no other option for how strong he was.

The best part was that he was a great dancer. Each time she would change up the style, he would instantly follow somehow making the movements even sexier. Lexi reached up, and wound her hands around his neck as she stood on the balls of her feet. He took advantage of the opportunity to move his hands along her exposed body feeling the hot skin through her clothing. Leaning back against his chest, she let her head fall back and stare up into his amazingly well structured face. Just as that happened, a rather well-endowed blonde shimmied up to them and began grinding on Lexi. The girl was doing things with her body that Lexi had never dreamed people were capable of. She was contorting and twisting all the while touching herself. The girl's eyes were blood shot and unfocused occasionally rolling back into her head. Lexi was sure she was on drugs.

Ramsey grasped the girl's arm forcefully and squeezed. Her eyes snapped open. Lexi stared between the two and stopped moving. "Not tonight Coco." The girl glared at him.

"You sure baby?" she purred despite the fact that she looked murderous.

"Go get that shit out of your system," he said his voice lowering in warning.

"Whatever," she said yanking her arm away from him and exiting the living room.

Lexi's head jerked back to Ramsey's face. "Sorry about that," he said his voice returning to normal.

"What was that about?" she asked curiosity getting the best of her.

"Just don't worry about it. She comes here like that all the time. She's supposed to be clean," he said grasping her hips that were now facing him and pulling her close.

The hypnotic feel of intoxication was hitting her hard and she giggled compulsively. "Is her name really Coco?"

"Just a nickname," he said swaying his hips in time with her.

She stopped thinking as the next song came on, and focused on dancing in Ramsey's muscular arms. The music and dancing took her back to times in New York when she was just able to be fun and carefree. Hanging out with Chyna tended to bring out the best in her. Those situations usually involved clubs, and an exorbitant amount of alcohol. No matter how much she drank, she was still the cheapest date of anyone she had ever met. Her tolerance never wavered. She was sloshed after the first drink, and would likely be throwing up if she exceeded five.

As she let her body roll against Ramsey, she focused in on a couple in front of her seductively dancing against the wall. Lexi's heart rate picked up as she watched. Bekah pushed Jack back against the wall and began to kiss him feverishly. Lexi couldn't pull her eyes away. She hadn't even thought of Jack since she had gotten out on the floor with Ramsey. It had been a comfort to forget him, but now here he was…on display. Bekah gripped his hips and slid alluringly down his front. She took no care of her tiny skirt as she perched with her head in front of his crotch. Lexi felt as if she were intruding on a very private moment. Had they been alone, Bekah could have been giving him a blow job their intimacy was so erotic. She watched as Bekah forced herself up and back against him. He moved easily with her as if this were a common motion. Just a transfer of sexual emotion from the bedroom to the dance floor.

Lexi hated to admit it, but they looked good together. It sickened her watching them move together so perfectly…to fit together so perfectly. She could feel alcohol induced tears welling in her eyes. She turned around so fast she knocked into Ramsey, and nearly fell back from impact. He snatched her before she could fall into another person, and looked down upon her terrified face. The tears were threatening to seep out, and that was the last thing she wanted.

He seemed to comprehend that as he bent down to speak into her ear. "Do you want to get some fresh air? I'm kind of suffocating," he admitted, though she knew it was more for her sake.

The crowd parted as he passed through, and he staved off his roommates. Opening the back door, he ushered her out into the humid August air where they were alone. She checked her cheeks and found them dry which was her sole comfort in that entire episode.

"Are you okay?" he asked purposefully giving her enough room to breathe.

Lexi remained silent but nodded. After a few minutes of strained silence, she felt much more composed, and a little extra tipsy from the emotional whirlwind she had just undergone. She breathed out heavily, and leaned her elbows back against the wooden banister. Ramsey scooted over and stood in front of her. She couldn't help but notice how attractive he looked in the moon light. She smiled at him endearingly.

"It's good to see that you look better." She shrugged again. The earlier incident, though not out of her mind, was at least momentarily forgotten.

"Thanks. I think I dress up well too," she said biting her lip and staring at him flirtatiously.

"Yeah, well, I think both clothing options work for you," he said taking a step closer to her.

"Well thank you very much. I have to say…" She eyed him up and down. "Both options work for you too." She hiccupped and leaned forward against him as she giggled. "Though, these muscles are much better in your t-shirt."

He smiled his perfect smile, and reached out to support her. "I'm glad you like them."

"I didn't say I liked them," she said blushing.

"Well fine. I'm glad they look better in my t-shirt," he corrected taking another step towards her and circling her waist. She let him. It was a nice feeling. He wasn't exactly holding her, but having his big strong arms this close was nice indeed. "So you really don't remember me then?"

"Nope!"

"Well, you know I wasn't being completely honest with you," Ramsey said sliding her back another step and leaning her back against the balustrade.

"It doesn't matter," she slurred staring at his lips. By now, she wasn't all too sure what he was talking about. She couldn't remember if it was important.

"No. I don't like to lie. Well, I guess I wasn't lying. More like not telling all the truth."

"That's very common." Her head felt heavy and it lolled backwards twice before she looked back up at him. God, his lips looked damn near edible from this close up. They were a soft pink color and perfectly proportioned. He licked his lips as she watched, and couldn't help but let loose a soft breath out as her heart rate picked up.