"You suppose? What on earth could she possibly be lacking? Do you want bigger boobs or something? Is she not--?"
"She's not you."
"What?"
"She. Isn't. You."
I shut my mouth and looked at him, scared to believe he was saying what it sounded like he was saying.
"She's pretty, but her face doesn't transform into sunlight when she talks about music." He did that clench thing with this jaw and said, "She's funny, but not spit-out-your-drink-in-astonishment funny."
If felt like my heart was going to explode as his eyes moved down to my lips under the glow of the buzzing streetlight. He moved his face a little closer to mine, looked into my eyes, and rumbled, "And when I see her, I don't feel like I have to talk to her or mess up her hair or do something--anything--to get her to swing that gaze on me."
My hands were shaking when I tucked my hair behind my ears and breathed, "You haven't messed up my hair in a really long time."
"And it's been killing me." He took a step closer, which pressed me against the side of my car. "I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn your cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you."

I loved almost everything about this book. It is pretty much a perfect romance. I adored Liz and Wes. They are adorable and I'm jealous of their relationship. I know they don't exist but seriously, I just about got a tooth ache from how sweet they were. Kill me now, my expectations for love have been raised, yet again.