Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

“Close your eyes first," Mia instructed.

However, Timothy didn't comply this time.

He looked down at her and reasoned, "You're asking me to help you put on this dress, right? But how can I do that if I close my eyes?"

Mia fell silent, realizing the implication of her request.

Timothy continued, "We were once married and even have children together. What's there to be shy about in front of me?"

“I'm not shy.”

"Stay still."

Timothy remained silent thereafter. Once he had steadied Mia, he positioned himself behind her.

As he looked at Mia's beautiful, fair back, a depth of emotion shone in his eyes.

Noticing the stuck zipper at her waist, Timothy swiftly crouched down behind her.

upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's

heard the rustle of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting

against her back, Mia's body involuntarily flinched, a hint of discomfort creeping

Timothy's voice rumbled from

just feeling a bit itchy," Mia replied, feeling the temperature in the bathroom

any longer, she

"Almost."

just a zipper. Why are you

trailed off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending from her waist,

deep breath, feeling her

ear as he whispered, "I've never assisted a woman with her dress

"Well, I suppose that just goes to show

into a contemplative silence. "Perhaps I haven't been as attentive to you as I

the moment, I have no shortage of men who

Mia adjusted her dress and briskly made her way

a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close

casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone

by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck