Eddie Munson Jacket Novels & Stories

Alex POV: The Trespasser Dana’s brothers look like they’ve come to ambush me. Eddie, the New York cop, is wearing a white t-shirt and dark pants, and Jack is wearing cargo pants and a flannel shirt. Together they look like two hippies. I raise a hand in greeting, a smile still glued in place. “Hey, guys. Been a while.” Neither of them smiles back. Jack’s eyes narrow to slits. Eddie’s mouth opens slightly, then closes, like he can’t decide whether to laugh or lunge. Jack breaks the silence first, his voice dangerously quiet.

my cheek would automatically become red, like an overripe strawberry. "You also look breathtaking!". I complimented him. Edward was currently putting on a white long sleeve that hugged his chest perfectly. Black tight jeans made him look younger. A white long jacket that reaches his knee. The kimono jacket is well ironed and it's Damn beautiful. Edward's golden hair was neatly combed, and it was as if he added some ointment to his hair because they were all intact. On his feet are white big sneakers that seem to be worth a lot of fortune. There were also two rings on two different fingers on his right hand.

Meredith asked, finally. “I’m comfortable,” Edward responded, taking a look at one of the samples. Without looking up from it he mumbled while seemingly focused on the samples. “You can hang your blazer over there.” Meredith downed the last of her drink and pulled her suit jacket off. The camisole she was wearing underneath was in black leather that came down to a deep v-neck with twisting crossing softly in the front. The spaghetti staps that went over her shoulders traveled halfway down her back before reaching the backside of the camisole.

Janelle spun around again in the large mirrors. "Does it need any altering, dear?" Dolores asked. "I don't think so. Do you think it shows too much cleavage? It's a family affair and I, you know, don't want to be too risquŽ." Janelle loved how it fit, how it felt against her skin and it made her feel so pretty. "No, I think it's fine. Assuming you're going to need a jacket of some kind," Dolores said as Edie returned with a furry white hip-length jacket. "Perfect, Edie. Thank you. Try this on Janelle."

The council agrees and they get him a chair next to his father’s, so he sits down in front of us. Now that I’m paying attention and I'm no longer freaking out as much, I realize... Asheron is totally wearing Justin's Gucci jacket. The one I bought him in Italy, the one I had custom made for him with his initials ‘JRK’ sewn on the chest. A completely ugly jacket he hates because it's way too loud and ‘rambunctious’. The one he told me he would never wear. My eyes narrow on Asheron as I listen to his fake story.