His Little Secret

Chapter Nineteen

"You're hiding something." Negan stated casually as I finished folding our laundry, and I tended up before letting out a shaky breath. "Am I? I don't think so." I replied softly, trying to stay calm so he wouldn't suspect anything. He walked up behind me, placing his hands on my hips as he pressed against me. "You've been bubbly the passed three days-- ever since you went to see that Daryl guy." My heart was pounding violently in my chest, and I gulped before turning to face him, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm just happy...." I stated with a small frown, and he looked into my eyes for a long moment before letting out a sigh.

He leaned in to kiss my forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back. "I have something new I wanna try, since you've been so good lately. I think... I think we'd both get enjoyment out of what I have planned." he informed, and I shuddered as I tried to figure out what it could be. "A- alright, when?" I asked, and he moved to the opposite side of the room, picking up a bag before coming back to me. "As soon as you get yourself all dolled up, sweetheart. I'll be waiting," he stated as he gently shoved me in the direction of he bathroom.

I looked at my reflection, surprised that I actually looked pretty; he had given me a new set of lingerie, with mint green coloring and lacy trim that barely covered. I ran a hand through my hair quickly, sighing before turning to head out of the bathroom, where Negan sat on the edge of the bed waiting. He whistled when he saw me, standing up with a smirk. "I saw that in one of the shops we passed yesterday, thought it'd look good but damn....I was wrong. Good is definitely an understatement." I blushed lightly as he chuckled, and after a moment passed he cleared his throat. "Anyways," he started to say as he covered my eyes with a cloth, "let's go."