Where Your Loyalties Lie: Book One

Viva Spaghetti

Overview: You and Negan have interesting interactions while at your house. However, it gets more interesting when you both go to bed...

An hour went by, and you were in your room, doodling in your sketchbook. Negan told you that you didn't have to keep an eagle's eye on him the whole time he has there, and so he "released" you.

Soon, though, after what seemed like an eternity, you finally heard the shower being turned off. Since the bathroom was right under your room upstairs, you could easily hear the sound of the rushing water, splashing against the tiled floor.

You closed your sketchbook and got up to head downstairs. Negan had told you that when he was finished his shower to start cooking the spaghetti. It seemed like he was either really hungry or he had a sort of dinner planned for the both of you.

Making your way down the stairs, you could see that the sun had gone down and you were left alone in your house with him. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Having an older, rugged man staying in the same house as you was daunting, since you were younger than him.

As you walked down the main floor hallway towards the kitchen, you could see that the bathroom door was ajar, with steam coming out. You quickly walked past it but stopped in your tracks as you heard Negan calling you. You slowly backed up to the open doorway to see Negan shaving his beard. He was standing in front of the mirror with a cutthroat razor, gliding it generously against his skin. What made it worse was the fact that his only attire was a towel wrapped around his waist.

You averted your eyes back towards the kitchen as you answered him. "Yes? What is it?"

You could hear the sounds of the razor cutting through each hair as he spoke. "Have you put the spaghetti on yet?" he said, continuing to shave.

"Not yet," you replied. "I'm just about to do it now." You tried to end the conversation there and walk into the kitchen, but Negan whistled at you to come back. You let out a long, heavy breath, knowing full well that he knew you would be uncomfortable with this situation.

As you approached the open doorway, you made it a mission to keep your eyes on his as he looked at you. Negan grinned as he finished shaving the last row of hair on his cheek. Grabbing a smaller towel from the sink cupboard, he wiped off the remnants of shaving cream and tossed the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner of the bathroom. He turned to face you, his chiselled body glistening with the condensation from the steam.

"I hope you don't mind me walking around like this," he said. "I don't want to get you all flustered with my ass load of manliness."

You let out a sharp laugh. "Manliness? Is that what you call it?"

His grinning eyes started to turn more serious, as he glared at you. Your smile started to fade, as you realised that you struck a nerve.

Negan's brow furrowed as he suddenly unwrapped the towel from his waist and threw it on the floor in front of you. You did everything in your power to keep your eyes on his and you could see the grin returning to his lips.

"This," he said, motioning to his manhood, "This is what fucking goddamn manliness looks like. I take it you don't know that, because you've clearly never been with a guy."

You knew he was trying to embarrass you. But you weren't having any of it. You scowled at him. "I'm putting the spaghetti on. Get cleaned up," you said, sternly.

You walked past the doorway but stopped at the beginning of the kitchen. You heard Negan let out a laugh and it was clear that he definitely liked the fact that you stood up to him.

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The tension between the two of you only grew stronger the more you were around Negan that evening. After what had occurred in the bathroom earlier, you were determined to not let him get under your skin.