I pulled my shirt over my head, my bottom half still bare as I sat at the foot of the bed. I felt disgusted with myself, and yet I felt amazing, all at the same time. Negan watched me, head rest in his hands as he bit his lip, and I frowned. "What?" I asked softly, not expecting him to pull me back against him. I gasped as his teeth grazed over my neck, kissing just below my ear as he groaned. "I haven't felt that good in a while." he stated softly, and something about the way he said it spoke truth. I nodded, gulping with a sniff. "Yeah, I can relate, but it's been longer for me." I replied, stretching with a soft sigh, pressing my backside against him playfully. He groaned softly, placing his hand on my thigh before biting my shoulder. I yelped out a moan, jerking as he entered me swiftly, laying us on our sides as he moved against me.
"So, tell me about Shane...could he fuck you like this?" he rasped out the question, and I bit back a moan shaking my head. "No, he rarely touched me after about three years." I replied as I began to pant, and he pulled out of me, rolling on top so he could look into my eyes. "Why?" I frowned, not really knowing the answer myself, but with a soft sigh I replied. "Let's just say...I wasn't his first choice, but he didn't realize that until a few years into our marriage." I looked down at his chest when he frowned, tracing his thumb over my cheekbone. "He cheated, when the world went to hell, he cheated on me with Rick's grieving wife." I sat up, pushing him off me as I crawled out of bed in search for the rest of my clothes. "That's it. That's the story...can you let it go now-- him go now? Please." I hadn't realized that I'd begun to cry, and before he could say anything else I left the room.
    "Are you okay?" Carl asked when I came down the stairs, and when I looked at him, I could see it in his eyes that he already knew; he already knew what I'd just done in hopes to protect them. "Yeah...I'm fine. We're gonna be fine." I forced out a smile, not knowing how wrong I was.