Page 44 of Love on the Waiver Wire

I sit for a moment to process this. Our eyes are locked, his jaw ticking.

And I laugh.

And laugh.

I can’t stop myself. I go on for minutes. Hours. Days.

Okay, probably just two or three minutes. I’m not sure. I completely lose track of time as I picture Leo in pretty red nail polish, posting his hideous athlete feet on the internet.

“Can you stop?” he finally asks, annoyed.

“Did you make any money?” I ask as I choke on my laughter.

“I was offered five hundred.”

Oh damn. I may have to get into that. “What did they offer that kind of money for?”

He throws up his hands again, clearly on the verge of losing it. “To suck my toes, Isla! Oh my god do you listen? The man wanted to suck my toes.”

And I can’t help it. I’m taken over by another intense wave of laughter.

“You suck,” he mutters before heading to the door.

“Where are you going? We’re not done discussing this.”

He doesn’t look back at me. “Yes we are. You need to figure it out. I don’t want to see your nipples in my group chat.”

“Technically I’m not in your group chat, so I would actually have to send my boob photo to you before it’s sent to the guys.”

That stops him in his tracks. “Get someone else to do it.”

“Who the hell am I going to convince to get a nipple piercing?”

“Find a random weirdo on the street. I don’t know. Maybe they already have one.”

“Leo—”

“Isla—”

It’s clear I’m not getting anywhere. Not only am I going to have to do Owen’s punishment but I’m going to have to get my nipple pierced.

“This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” I mutter, going back to my phone.

“Yeah well, the guys are going to start asking questions if it’s not done by Wednesday night.”

I flip him off, watching as he retreats to his apartment.

I sit with my thoughts for a moment before opening up my texts.

I have to get my nipple pierced.

The response is almost immediate.

Only one?

I roll my eyes.

It’s only for the fantasy punishment.

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