Amanda Smith took a bath in the bathroom and when she came out, she saw Samuel Johnson sitting on her bed, his eyes sparkling as he watched her.
She was wearing a bathrobe, and his gaze made her feel as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Amanda dried her hair with a towel, while Samuel stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to her, softly saying, "Let me blow-dry your hair."
Amanda glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Amanda's hair was fine and soft; soaked with water, it felt like cool silk. The scent of her body wash and shampoo was the same as his. As Samuel dried her hair, he leaned in and sniffed it. The warm breath touched her sensitive neck, and Amanda shrank back, whispering reproachfully, "Don't get so close... What are you smelling?"
"It's strange," Samuel looked up at her with a puzzled expression, "I've always wanted to ask you, why does the same shampoo smell different on you?"
"Huh?" Amanda was slightly startled.
"It seems... nicer."
