(I--as in me, Amy--don't like to use commercial photos, I like to use the authors' descriptions and my imagination.)
Book: The Ex Games by Jennifer Echols
"Are you cold? Here." He unzipped his jacket, then unzipped mine--my heart was doing flips as his hands passed down my chest, unzipping me--and he pulled me even farther forward, into his body heat.
"Because I've been trying to get you back since seventh grade."
I must have given him a very skeptical look.
"He laughed at my expression. "Yeah, I have a funny way of showing it. I know. But you're always on my mind, on the tip of my tongue. So if someone breaks a beaker in chemistry class, I raise my hand and tell Ms. Abernathy you did it. If somebody brings a copy of Playboy to class, I stuff it in your locker."
"Oh!" I thought back to the January issue. "I wondered where that came from."
"And if Everett Walsh tells the lunch table what a wicked kisser you are and how far he would have gotten with you if his mother hadn't come in--"
I stamped my foot on the floorboard of the SUV. "That is so not true! He'd already gotten as far as he was going. He's not that cute, and I had to go home and study for algebra."
"--it drives me insane to the point that I tell him to shut up or I'll make him shut up right there in front of everybody. Because I am supposed to be your boyfriend, and my mother is supposed to hate you, and you're supposed to be making out with me."