Chapter 6

“…You painted your toenails, too?”

“What? I had the bottle out and twenty minutes to spare.”

Kellan chuckled. “Whatever, just go sit down.”

“Yes, Mom.” Casey hobbled back to the living room. Kellan carried their drinks and made sure Casey got to the couch alright. Casey sat down with his legs apart and pulled up the hem of his dress to expose his knee, but he didn’t stop right after.

“Whoa!” Kellan exclaimed, setting their drinks on the end table. “Hold on, put that away.”

“What? It’s not like you haven’t see what’s under here. Remember the Wardrobe Malfunction of ‘14?”

Kellan smiled and nodded. “Ah, yes, the tearaway pants that tore away more than just pants. How many phone numbers did people slip you that night?”

“Six, but two of them were from actual women, so, y’know, no. But anyway, I’ve taken precautions since then, especially with shorter skirts. You’ll see.”

Hesitantly, Kellan knelt to clean Casey’s knee. Out of curiosity, he tried to peek up Casey’s skirt.