Simple Accidents (Pt 8)
Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Language, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 2,188
Y/E/C= your eye color
(A/N: Pretend the shirt is black instead of white. You’ll understand later.)
After you admitted your hunger, Jensen requested you to put on something nice as you walked back to your room.
Searching through your closet, you pulled out a black sweetheart neckline, covered in lace with short sleeves that hung off your shoulders. The dress ended just below the halfway mark of your thigh. You let down your tousled curls, shaking it out with your fingers. You fixed your eye make up and added a light coat of subtle, soft pink lipstick.