Buns by Alice Clayton

Archie really has his hands full with Clara, literally and figuratively,  “oh, we’re gonna talk about that, Mr. Bryant ,” I said, arching my eyebrow, “especially how you took matters into your own hands up there. And by matters, I’m speaking specifically of my ***.” Archie sometimes ends up in awkwarded postioning when he and Clara have conversations, "...he was worried, anxious, and still frozen. “You want to tell me, or my boob?” He snorted, his breath warm on the very boob in question." I loved this book Archie and Clara butted heads so many times, and it was entertaining.