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"Living with a bookworm for two decades," he grinned. "Now, go upstairs. You have that silk dress you never wear, and the rain is letting up. Don't make the man wait."

"You're staring at the ledger again, Mom," Julian said without turning around. "The numbers won't change just because you're frowning at them." mom mature son sex

Elena looked at him, surprised by the maturity in his voice. "You wouldn't mind? The house is small, Julian. If I start seeing someone..." "Living with a bookworm for two decades," he grinned

The rain lashed against the windows of Elena’s small bookstore, a rhythmic drumming that usually brought her peace. Today, however, it felt like an insistent heartbeat. Across the room, her son, Julian, was meticulously alphabetizing the poetry section. Don't make the man wait

Julian walked over and leaned against the counter, his expression serious but warm. "Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need you to be 'just a mom' twenty-four hours a day. I want you to be happy. Marcus is a good guy, and honestly? You’ve been wearing that 'business-only' mask for a long time."

Elena felt a weight lift, one she hadn't realized she was carrying. She reached out and squeezed his hand. "When did you get so wise?"