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..."
"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." 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. Elena looked at him, surprised by the maturity in his voice