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Eric sniffed. “You smell like… strawberries?”
“I used your shampoo,” I said.
He blinked rapidly. “How did you know it was mine?”
I grinned. “It was the only one there.”
“Right,” he mumbled. “Note to self; get guest shampoo.”
“I liked using yours. It was fruity and fun.”
“You’re quoting the bottle, aren’t you?” Eric mumbled with a wry smirk.
I chuckled, feeling my spirits lift. “Maybe.”
