Once they reached inside, Rohit locked the door like he normally did, and turned the vent on, which was also loud enough to muffle noises. He then turned the shower on, showing Ingrid which knob controlled hot and cold water. The water initially fell from the shower head, but twisting the switch on its neck could make water spray from the wand that hung below the knobs. “Whichever you prefer,” he said, turning his attention to his own toiletries consisting of a sandalwood shower gel, and a certain shampoo and conditioner designed for receding hair.
Rohit pursed his lips, not because he was slightly embarrassed at the fact that his hairline was rapidly receding, yet still managed to look full on his head, but that the products weren’t the right kind Ingrid should be using.
The young vampire had full, luxurious, golden locks, so her shampoo shouldn’t be one that was meant for a particular purpose.