As Nadia sat waiting for Mika at the dining table, one undeniable truth crystallized in her mind: her son now saw her as a woman.
She didn't know exactly when the shift had occurred, or what had triggered the change within him.
But after what he had just done—the raw intensity of his touch, the open affection in his kiss—there was no room left for doubt.
His feelings toward her had crossed a dangerous line.
Yet, despite knowing how fundamentally wrong it was, the first emotion to bubble up in her chest wasn't revulsion.
It was a dizzying mixture of intense embarrassment and forbidden excitement.
She couldn't stop the quiet surge of happiness that bloomed when she realized her son looked at her through a completely different lens.
