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.

grasped her dress tightly, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's

of movement behind her; it seemed that Timothy was

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

moving?" Timothy's voice

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

to tolerate it any longer, she asked,

"Almost."

Why are you

she heard the sound of

drew in a deep breath, feeling her

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

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

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

hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I

dress and briskly made her way back

herself to a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago.

against the doorframe. "Do

demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is well-known among