Love Thy Neighbor

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. I don't own Negan or any of the original concepts from The Walking Dead. I don't own the likeness of actor, Jeffrey Dean Morgan nor the character he portrays. This is all for shits and giggles; it's just for fun. Characters depicted in this story are of legal age (18+).  

This story hasn't been BETA read so forgive me if there are misspelled words and such.  

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I was walking around in a small park behind the housing development where I lived, butterfly print skirt swishing against my thighs as I strolled along the cement sidewalk. There was a slight breeze that felt wonderful on my pale skin cooling it from the effects of the summer heat. By-passing the small walkway that would've taken me back around the park, I continued on pathway leading left towards home, passing by the neighboring houses built close by. That's when I spotted one of my neighbors; he was outside, mowing his lawn.

I've only ever seen him in sudden glances during the daylight hours, but never took much notice of him. I don't know what made this time any different, but I slowed my pace until I stopped next to the red, hexagonal shaped stop sign near the blueish-gray exterior siding that made up his house, leaning my shoulder on the green, metal post with my arms crossed over and observed him.

Holy shit, he was stunning! Completely shirtless, I got an eye full of his natural tanned skin which was a shade darker from being out in the hot sun, shimmering with sweat beads that rolled off his muscular fur covered chest, but not in a bulky body builder way. He had defined arms, a strong back and shoulders, his tummy was slightly on the pouchy side; but that only added to his sexy figure.

His hair was short and jet black, along with a perfectly trimmed and groomed salt 'n' pepper beard. The thought of feeling his facial hair brushing against my inner thighs is enough to get my juices flowing. His legs were long, making him reach I'd guessed over six feet in height. Easily towering over my own five foot five inches.

It took me a moment to realize that the roar of the mower engine had dissipated and my blue eyes met his hazel ones; he was staring at me, before moving his gaze up and down, giving himself time to look over my body as I had did his. Feeling self-conscious for a brief second; I recalled recently that anyone with a pair of eyes had been looking me over just as he was.

Internally, I sighed and rolled my eyes at the thought. Two months prior was my 18th birthday, a big enough event for my family that we swarmed the local country club down by the lake for the celebration; there was even an article written about it in the local newspaper.

His eyes slid back up to mine, a sudden wavy dizziness overcame me, I just brushed it off as an effect of the humidity; but peering back up, I wasn't my imagination. His chestnut eyes were burning holes into my own stormy blue with a passion I've never before felt; including from past boyfriends. Sending a small shiver of excitement down my spine, he smiled, an easy, slow-as-molasses smile of ivory teeth that made the dimples on his cheeks pop out. Standing became a bit difficult, as my knees felt like gelatin jiggling in a bowl.

"My, my. How're you doing today, Ashley?" Oh fuck me, his voice was pure heaven; a smooth baritone with just a hint of roughness that would be ideal for the bedroom.

"I'm doing okay, Mr. Morgan" I managed to reply. The curvatures of his lips changed so subtly into a smirk that I almost believed the smile from earlier wasn't there before.

"Just 'okay'?" I nodded mutely. "Sure about that? Why don't you come on over? I'm sure I can change your fucking tune." My eyes widened slightly. Was he suggesting what I thought he was?!