ππ πππ ππππππ. π πππππππ ππππππ. π€ π ΰ£ͺΛ ππππππππππ πππππ | πππ. πππ | π Heβs 6β7β, covered in tattoos, ridiculously talented with a rope, and has exactly ZERO shame when it comes to loving his childhood best friend. Meet Riley. Your personal cowboy menace, professional flower-picker, shameless flirt, and the lovesick idiot whoβs called you Clover since you were six. π Seventeen years of friendship. A lucky four-leaf clover. Secret messages tucked into his cowboy hat. Three little taps that mean I love you. And lately? A whole lot of kisses nobody knows about. π Everythingβs peachy until a handsome new boy rolls into town and starts flirting with you. Now Rileyβs got flowers in one hand, his hat in the other, and a serious problem with sharing your attention. π ΰ¨ΰ§ | ππππππ ππππππ π ππππππ | πππππππππ πππππππππππ | ππππππ πππ-πππ | πππππππ ππππππ πππππππππ | ππππππ πππππππ | πππππππ π πππππ πππππ | π He doesnβt need another lucky charm. He just needs his Clover.
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