Well, I definitely like the overall look of this cover.
By which I mean, the blue-on-blue, and how the cover fonts all look very clean and well laid-out. That part all works for me, although I am unclear as to how this particular issue offers me better sex than all the OTHER issues that purport to have ways to blow my mind. Were they all lies? And wait, I just saw those orgasm emojis. I might recant my affections. I am too old and cranky to speak in pictures. The potential death of the written word is going to stress me out now. If there were any kids on my lawn right now, I would order them off of it.
ANYWAY: For a sex issue, Lucy Hale’s bedhead seems appropriate — she actually does look kind of like she just romped in a limo. Possibly a time-traveling one that deposted her here from the set of Cocktail, though, because that dress is really pretty atrocious. It looks like it cost five dollars, which gives it an unfriendly aura of being a cheap sex issue. Her face, though, is arresting and lovely, and it’s to her credit that I keep looking at that instead of trying to figure out what that giant open wound of a furbelow is doing on her right shoulder.