“I don’t…I don’t actually think that’s a good idea,” I say, my voice sounding rough, even to my own ears. I sound resolute, like there’s going to be no swaying me from the notion of meeting with his parents. “Christmas is just around the corner.”
Michael nods, doing a glorious crunch to get himself sitting upright, his head tilted to the side in silent question. “Why are you so nervous?”
I cough, laugh weakly. “I’m not nervous? Who’s nervous? Not me!” Yup, I sound super nervous.
Shit.
I shake my head, run a hand through my hair—hair that I need to dye immediately back to my boring dishwater blonde if I’m even going to be entertaining the idea of meeting Michael’s parents.
I mean, I know he’s an only child, so there’ll be no siblings to contend with, but there will be a cousin who’s
