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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."

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." mom mature son sex

Julian stopped his work and turned. Marcus was a local painter—kind, talented, and clearly smitten with Elena for months. "And?" "Living with a bookworm for two decades," he grinned

"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." Don't make the man wait

"Then I’ll be happy I don't have to be your only source of dinner conversation," he joked, though his eyes remained soft. "Seriously. You spent twenty years putting me first. It’s okay to let someone else in now. I’ve got the shop covered tonight. Go to the gallery."

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.

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..."