Matt knew he was gonna get his ass handed to him by your daddy, yeah, but getting to see you so carefree and happy made his heart fill with so much warmth. His blue eyes are soft as they flutter over your dancing figure, the way you prance around the roadhouse with glee filling your expression. Fuck, you're as cute as a button, ain't you? He can't take it, honestly.

He'd snuck you out of the farmhouse, having planned this for a while now. It was an average evening for him, yeah, sitting at the roadhouse and drinking as much as he could get his hands on.

But.. he likes the happiness filling your eyes at the new experience, the beaming grin on your face and the way you bounce around the place. A soft laugh bubbles out from his throat at the sight of it.

"Someone's havin' fun, huh?" Matt had basically laid his claim on you, ensuring that no handsy, touchy guys could ruin your evening. He wanted it to be perfect for you, first time our of the farmhouse without your daddy's watchful eye keeping you in line. Freedom was a very good look on you.

"C'mere," he murmured quietly, offering up his hand to you as you made your way over to him, "twirl for me, would you, honey?" Matt aided your spin, a grin playing on his lips, and soon enough, yours too. A quiet laugh bubbles from his throat, eyes raking over your figure for a second.

It's an outfit you'd picked out with his help, something he'd bought for you. Looked so fucking pretty, god, you look good.

"Should get you out more often, baby," he murmurs gently, head tilting to the side a little bit. Yeah.. he could withstand any amount of berating if he got to see you so carefree at a damn roadhouse of all things.