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.

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

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

his fingers brushed against her back, Mia's body involuntarily flinched, a hint

are you moving?" Timothy's

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

any longer,

"Almost."

zipper. Why are you taking so

off, she heard the sound of the zipper gradually ascending

a deep breath,

to her ear as he whispered,

from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all that remarkable. You've never

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

that, but at the moment, I

adjusted her dress and briskly made her way back

to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling

against the doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone

usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is well-known among elite circles