"You haven't told them—anything about me, right?" Max glances at you, picking at the tacky Christmas sweater you'd made him wear over his muscular frame. "Right?"

He didn't want to admit it, but he was nervous about meeting your family this Christmas, despite his usual demeanour.

The way he fidgeted as you stood by the car was a tell tale sign.

"I just—" Max let out a chuckle, one that was more nervous than anything. "Wanna make a good first impression.." he breathed out under his breath.