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.

to the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling of Timothy's penetrating stare boring into

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

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

Timothy's

replied, feeling

to tolerate it any longer, she asked, "Are you

"Almost."

zipper. Why are you

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

in a deep

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

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

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

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

dress and briskly made her way back to the

her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling sensation, to say the

doorframe. "Do you consider Chuck as someone

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