Max grunts pushing open the door to the holiday home he’s rented for both of you, arms laden with heavy bags from his shopping spree for you.

Hermès, Cartier, Chanel, Van Cleef, APM Monaco, you name it he’s got it.

He’s the first guy you’ve ever been with, at ripe age of twenty now and having only dated him for a year, he thinks it incredibly important to spoil you.