- What? - Cathy asked, confused. How could he possibly know something like this? Andrew got his hands off her at once and picked up the whiskey bottle again.
- I asked you who you were f*****g before you got here. - He repeated, calmly, with a playful expression on his face while he filled his cup.
- I don’t know what you’re talking about. - Cathy said, rolling her eyes, a little nervous. She didn’t even know why she was nervous; she just felt like she had to lie.
- C’mon, who is he?
- How do you know it's a man?
- You smell like aftershave. - Andrew said, raising one of his eyebrows, while he walked toward the seating area of his living room. - The same one I use, by the way.
- What… - Cathy muttered, more to herself than to him. She started to think about Russell, their date and ho
