The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)

Chapter 41

Her back twinged as Mal awoke, her body twisting on the hard floor digging into her hips, a sharp contrast to the softness under her cheek. She groaned as the pain trickled through her, lifting her hip up slightly to relieve the pressure. Her hand curled on bare flesh, she frowned her fingers trailed through wiry hair. She flinched back, scooting away from the body next to her. Her eyes focused on the dim room, shards of light flickered through curtains, her heart lifted when she realised exactly who was next to. Negan. Her body relaxed, they were still by the fireplace, she had to remind herself not to sit up and disrupt his sleep. Laying back down she rubbed her hands over her eyes, wiping the sleep away, a sigh heaved its way out of her chest.

Panic settled in as she thought about the previous night; she'd really crossed a line by kissing him. It just felt so right, she couldn't resist drawing their lips together and when they started she didn't want to stop. She never wanted to stop, that was the problem. Things really did seem worse in the harsh light of day, the memory of the kiss brought her more anxiety the more she thought about it. What was she thinking kissing her leader? A man twice his age, who probably had other interests than kissing teenage girls, and wouldn't be interested since Negan has many wives of his own and had only one person he'd cared. Then again he had kissed her back... why? It was relieving to know that Negan seemed to want her just as much as she did but she couldn't figure out how he could possibly find her attractive. Doubts pricked at her; was Negan just using her to make himself feel better? Charlie's words echoed in her mind 'men like him will say anything to get between your legs,' it made Mal sick to think that Negan was trying to get her into bed. Another part of her brain rebelled, she knew Negan, she trusted him. The man had been there for her during some of her darkest times, had respected her when she needed her space, he wouldn't be like that.

A moan from her side distracted her from her thoughts, she turned her attention to the body that was twisting beside her. She watched as Negan's face scrunched up in pain, no doubt feeling the same aches that Mal felt when she awoke. Brown eyes came to rest on her face, her heart sank when she saw Negan frown at her.

"How the fuck did I let you convince me it was a good idea to get down here?" He rolled over onto his side to face Mal. "I'm achin' like a whore after a busy night."

Mal laughed, a deep belly laugh that echoed through the room. All the tension in her body dissipated at his words.

"You didn't need much convincing." Mal reminded him.

"Fucking lies." Negan spoke again, he reached out a hand to brush against Mal's cheek, his usual cocky smile appeared on his face. "Mornin'."

Mal couldn't help but melt at the look, heart bursting at the attention. "Morning."

Mal slipped downwards, gliding along the wooden flooring before she pulled herself up. "You need help gettin' up old man."

Negan just laughed at her as she stood, he moved in front of Mal, eyebrows wiggling up suggestively as he spoke. "I can assure you I have no trouble getting it up."

Mal pushed his shoulder again, blushing as she walked away to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a glass of water and tried not to stare as Negan stretched himself out. Mal hadn't noticed the previous night that Negan wasn't wearing anything but his tight black boxers. She took a sip, wetting her dry mouth as she watched his tight muscles contract across his back, heart racing as she let her eyes wonder down from broad shoulders to a narrow waist. Sweat slicked her hands as she flicked her gaze to glance at Negan's ass, she couldn't help but notice how firm it was, the boxers doing the barest minimum to cover it up. She turned quickly and took a big gulp as Negan spun around, although it was pretty obvious how she felt about the man, she didn't want him to think that she was a total pervert.