NATASHA’S POV
“Did you change your cologne?” I asked him again when he didn’t seem to understand my previous statement although it was a pretty straightforward one. It was an innocent question and it wasn’t like I was accusing him of something, but he was acting like he was guilty of something.
“No I didn’t change my cologne, it's Joseph’s cologne,” he said as he walked away from me, clearly avoiding any eye contact with me, and I followed him to the kitchen where he poured us both glasses of wine.
“ Then why do you smell like him? Did you borrow his cologne?”I asked him as he handed me the glass of wine and I set it back down on the kitchen island.
“Why are you asking me so many questions, are you suspecting me of something?” he asked me, completely catching me off guard by how defens
