Shopping for Love

Chapter 25

Above is Brooklyn's bedroom. The graffiti is meant to say 'BROOKLYN'. On the other side of his room, are doors to an ensuite and a walk in wardrobe. There's also a sofa bed there as well as his other stuff.

Shanaya's POV :

I was shown to Brooklyn's room by the devil himself. But when I stepped inside, I said the only thing that came to mind.

'Holy shit.' I muttered, still looking at his amazing room. It was big, like mine, but much much more cooler. The wall on the far end, had graffiti art on it. The graffiti spelt his name in big blue letters: BROOKLYN, making the room look super cool. I was in total awe for his room.

'Close your mouth, flies will go in.' He chuckled, shutting my mouth.

'Your room is bloody gorgeous.' I said, looking round his room. The carpet was a biscuity brown colour, matching the background of the graffiti. The bed frame, table and other furniture was made of dark brown wood. One door led to an ensuite, the other led to a walk in wardrobe. There was a sofa against the opposite wall to the graffiti. His bed was in the middle of the room. Shelves went up the side, clattered with ornaments and trophies.

'Why thank you.' He said in a posh British accent. I giggled before collapsing on his bed. The covers smelt of his amazing smell. olive blossom tree, Tonka bean, lemon and citron cocktail and guaiac wood. He used Armani Code cologne. It smelled amazing. I rook in a large breath, taking in the sexy smell.

I could smell this all the time.

'Do you want some clothes to sleep in. I doubt you want to sleep in jeans.' He said, making his way to his walk in wardrobe. He came out a few minutes later, with a black t-shirt.

'I think this is long enough to cover you. If not, then it will only be me in here, so you're fine.' He smirked.

I glared at him and took the t-shirt from him. I walked to his ensuite and locked the door behind me. I hopped out of my clothes and shrugged on the black shirt. It ended just below my butt.

This will have to do, it's only for the night.

I came out of the bathroom, to find Brooklyn laying on his bed, texting to someone. He looked up from his phone at me for a second and then back to his phone. But as soon as it registered in his mind what I was wearing, his jead snapped right back at me. He let out a low whistle.

'Damn Shanaya, you look so hot in my clothes. You look hotter in mine than yours.' He said, his eyes going up and down my body. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

He had got the sofa bed open for me. I put my clothes down of his desk chair and crawled into my bed.

Brooklyn got up and came towards me. He kissed my forehead.

'Night.'

'Night.' I said.

He walked off towards his bed. He took off his shirt, displaying his gorgeous siz pack.

God, I think I'm drooling.

'Enjoying the view baby doll?' Brooklyn smirked cockily. I snapped out of my daze and shook my head, embrassed.

Damn, I got caught in the act.

My eyes wandered down his chest again.

God, how much I want to kiss and lick that chest?! Wait, what? When the hell did I get so sexual?

I turned round, facing the other way, away from Brooklyn and his sexy chest. He chuckled at my acrion and I heard him crawl into his bed. The lights went off.

I snuggled into the covers, taking in the Armani scent from his t-shirt.

All of a sudden, lightning striked and then the clouds rumbled. I screamed, not expecting the noise.

'Shanaya, you okay?' Brooklyn asked.

'I'm scared.' I whispered.

'Come over here.' He said. I nodded and crawled out of the sofa bed, towards his bed. He had moved over to give me some space. I snuggled in, only to be pulled onto Brooklyn's chest. I sighed with satisfaction and buried my face into his neck. His cologne smell waled up my nose, delighting me. I smiled as he kissed my hair, running his hands through it.

'Sweet dreams.'

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Brooklyn's POV :

I woke up to the feeling of something hard and heavy on my chest. And then I remembered last night.

Shanaya.

Her name sent butterflies flying in my stomach. Her rose scent sent chills up my spine. Her soft, delicate yet cheery voice made my heart melt, especially when she laughed. Her smile sends me to the heavens. Her hair made me want to run my hands through it as her curly brunette hair blows in the wind. And her looks...

Shit, when the hell did I become so cheesy? And talk about being whipped!?

Not wanting to ruin her peaceful sleep, I grabbed my Iphone off my bedside table and clicked on the camera. I put on the front one and moved my arm until I could see Shanaya's peaceful face on my phone screen. I smiled.

She looked like a baby. Her perfect features were shown on my screen. Her small brown eyes were hidden and long dark brown eyelashes took their place. Her full pink lips were parted, her sweet breath coming in and out of it. Drool was coming out of her mouth.

She was drooling. Oh my God! She looked so adorable.

I couldn't help it, I took a few selfies with sleeping beauty. And without thinking, I posted them on my instagram account.

'Meet my sleeping beauty.' I posted as my caption with the picture. In the picture, you could see my face as well as Shanaya's sleeping form.

Within seconds of posting it, likes and comments bombarded me.

'Is that Shanaya Malhotra?' One commented.

'Awwww... you're such a cute couple.'

'You are perfect for each other.'

'Soo cute'

Most of them were cute comments, except from the odd few.

'She's a slut. Sleeping with famous boys.'

I ignored them, not wanting to look at them.

I must've have moved because it stirred Shanaya. I placed my hand on her slim waist, not wanting her to move and wake up. She sighed and fell back asleep. I smiled.

'I love you.' I whispered into her ear.