The Understatement of the Year (The Ivy Years, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

I could actually see the understanding blossom in his brown eyes. What followed was the most awkward silence of my life.

“My sister knitted them for Christmas,” Trevi said, unconcerned.

Rikker stretched out beside me, and then opened his arms. I went willingly, resting my head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist.