"Fuck" I watch intently as the brunette across from me wipes the illegal evidence from his nose, flakes of the leftover white powder slowly spiral down onto the glass table before him. I've never been one to think drugs are attractive, in fact I've always despised the substance. They ruin a person, they tarnish a personality and creepily become a lifestyle. But here I am practically drooling at this mans feet. "You like what you see don't you?" He smirks, knowing damn well the feelings brewing in my stomach. I don't answer, I don't think my brain could process any words in the current situation. "Why do they call you Sapnap?" I hear a whiney voice to the left of me, suddenly very aware of how public we are. For a moment there we were alone.

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 i write a series following the life of georgenotfounds little sister, sage. [currently on hiatus]