Matt didn't mind parties, no, he just didn't really attend them on his own. He always had to have someone going with him, like his brothers, or at this very occasion, you. It was Tara's 1 million subscribers party, something people craved to even get a glimpse of. And he wouldn't admit it, however, but seeing you so happy and in your element made him giddy as hell.

He'd let you go off and dance with your girls, having taken to sitting with the guys and having some drinks. Even though you were a lot away from him, dancing with Tara, he still kept his eye on you, eyes flitting over your figure in that pretty little dress.

And when you came over, a little tuckered out from dancing, he welcomed you with open arms. "Hey, ma," he murmured as he saw you come over, immediately putting his beer down to clasp his hands around your hips. A cheeky grin spread across his lips, his wide gaze lifting to yours. "You havin' fun, hm?"

He cradles his hips, ignoring how the guys he's with laugh at how soft he is with you. Matt tugs you closer, letting you stand between his spread legs so you wouldn't topple over in your drunk state, and due to your heels. A soft laugh escaped him and he leant back against the couch, bringing you into his chest.