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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."

As Elena headed toward the stairs, she felt a strange, new sense of freedom. She was still a mother, and Julian would always be her priority—but for the first time in years, she felt like she was allowed to be Elena, too. mom mature son sex

At twenty-four, Julian had his father’s sharp jawline but Elena’s quiet, observant eyes. Their relationship had shifted since he graduated and moved back home to help her run the shop. It was no longer just mother and son; they were partners, confidants, and witnesses to each other's lives. "Living with a bookworm for two decades," he grinned

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..." Don't make the man wait