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 penetrating stare boring into

the rustle of movement behind her; it

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

you moving?" Timothy's voice rumbled from

replied, feeling the temperature in the

it any longer, she asked, "Are

"Almost."

just a zipper. Why are

of

a deep breath,

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

in surprise, breaking free from his embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to show our relationship wasn't all

I haven't been as attentive to you

Barrett, it's reassuring to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have no shortage of men who treat

dress and briskly made her way back to the

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

Timothy emerged, he casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do you

noticed Timothy lounging against the door frame, his usual seriousness replaced by a relaxed, laid-back demeanor. Taken aback, Mia spoke out, "Chuck is