“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.

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

the rustle of movement behind her; it

her back, Mia's body

you moving?" Timothy's voice rumbled

Mia replied, feeling the temperature in the

longer,

"Almost."

a zipper. Why are

sound of

in a deep

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

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

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

that, but at the moment, I have

that, Mia adjusted her dress and briskly made her way back

a glass of water, trying to calm the fluttering of her heart caused by Timothy's close proximity moments ago. It was an unsettling sensation, to

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

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