edward cullen

you are sitting in a booth with edward wearing a light beige leather jacket, y/n: im cold..(this is the bit on the book) edward was now removing a light beige leather jacket, underneath he wkre an ivory turtleneck sweater, it fit him snugly emphazizing how muscular his chest was...he handed me the jacket, interrupting my ogling, y/n: thanks..the jacket was cold just like how my jacket felt in the morning hanging in the drafty hallway, it smelt amazing, i sniffed it again edward: ur welcome..