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

it seemed that

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

Timothy's voice rumbled from

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

any longer, she asked,

"Almost."

zipper. Why are

words trailed off, she heard the sound of the

in a deep breath, feeling

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

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

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

reassuring to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage

briskly made her way back to the

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

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

against the door frame, his usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is well-known among elite circles for his greed and lust. I'm