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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.

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

"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." The rain lashed against the windows of Elena’s

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..." Julian walked over and leaned against the counter,

"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."