#Chapter 142: Violent Delights

Dinner took a few hours in the oven before it was ready. We got through a movie, and the first half of another, before the timer finally went off. We chose to eat in the breakfast nook, opting for a more intimate setting rather than the huge dining table. Matt served the food and poured me a beer. He poured himself a glass as well, before sitting down in the seat near me, his knee pressed into my thigh. I took a sip of my drink. While I still wasn’t used to drinking alcohol, I was coming around to beer. I enjoyed the somewhat bitter taste. “This looks great!” I said, eyeing the roast. The smell of spices and cooked meat wafted up with the steam, and my stomach growled. Matt pressed his knee in closer. “Go on, dig in,” he answered, evidently hearing the noises my stomach was making. I didn’t have to be told twice. We ate in silence for a bit. I was too busy enjoying the food to think of anything else. Matt was a good cook, a really good cook. “You know, you do this thing where yo