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"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. 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." "Then I’ll be happy I don't have to

"And I think I might say no," Elena admitted. "It feels... complicated. Being a widow, running this place, having you here. I don't want things to get messy." It’s okay to let someone else in now

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 stopped his work and turned. Marcus was a local painter—kind, talented, and clearly smitten with Elena for months. "And?"