𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 & 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 🎸𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

The smell of smoked leather that his jacket gave off on warm nights, crowded bars and spilled drinks. Smoke coming out of his lips, the feeling of his strong hand on my waist, his cold rings givin' me chills. Wet kisses, loud music and D&D dices. Not to mention his deep voice and that smirk.
...Eddie Munson was a fucking idiot, but it was hard not to fall for him.