Lucille ran her hands through her messy hair with eyes narrowed at her husband, "What the fuck was that shit about, Negan? I was just talking to Simon about the new settlement and you act like I'm fucking him in front of you!"
John could almost smell the irritation running off her. The way she dashed her fingers through her hair, separating the strands roughly. Eyes reduced to slits.
‘I didn’t say anything about you two fucking.’
The thought of Simon’s body tangled with her, fingers working over skin that John had claimed a thousand times over for himself and only himself….a haze descended on John. He tilted his head, hand coming up to touch her bedraggled hair. Gently at first. Fingers finding their way through.
Suddenly, his hold tightened and he yanked.
‘You like the way he looks at you, huh? Tryin’ to make me a jealous man? Tell me, Luce…is he better than me? And think about your answer carefully. Very carefully.’
