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If we were both single by the time we turned twenty-five, then we would marry each other.
When she first brought up the pact, I had agreed right away.
I was already hopelessly in love with her, and I was sure that she was the only girl for me.
I had been positive that we would be married as soon as we turned eighteen, but a little backup plan would never hurt.
We were best friends and everything was perfect between us.
Then homecoming night happened, and I lost her.
It was a misunderstanding, but she's refused to have anything to do with me for the last seven years.
That stops now.
She's about to turn twenty-five, and I'm going to collect on our pact.
Clover was always meant to be mine, and now I'm going to prove it to her.
*Warning: This instalove romance has it all. A sexy alpha who only has eyes for his girl? Check. A stubborn heroine who makes her man work for it? Double-check. A happily ever after? Do you even have to ask?
