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.

the ceiling. She couldn't shake the feeling

her; it seemed that Timothy was adjusting the zipper of her

back, Mia's body involuntarily flinched,

are you moving?" Timothy's voice rumbled from

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

it any longer, she asked, "Are you

"Almost."

a zipper. Why

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

deep breath, feeling her heart

whispered, "I've never

embrace. "Well, I suppose that just goes to

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

to hear you acknowledge that, but at the moment, I have

dress and briskly made her way back to

helped herself to a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused

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

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