Thousands (Dollar, #4)

by Pepper Winters

Today, right here, I glimpsed what she might’ve looked like as a child. A gorgeous trickster with spun chocolate for hair and new leaves for eyes.

“You’re the best thief.” I kissed her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally her ear where I whispered, “You’ve done what no one else ever could. “You’ve stolen my heart.”

“Under no circumstances do you let the should-dos dictate and steal your life. It’s too short, Min. It’s too easy to screw up. Be true to yourself and follow your heart. Only then can you look back and have no regrets.”