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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

"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." "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