That evening, Finn stayed over, and they retreated to her room, their laughter filling the quiet house. As they sat on her bed, their conversation shifted from lighthearted banter to something more serious.
“Do you ever think about us?” Hanna asked, her voice quiet.
“All the time,” Finn admitted, his gaze steady. “I think about how lucky I am to have you.”
Hanna leaned forward, her lips brushing against his. The kiss was slow at first, but it quickly grew more intense, their hands exploring with newfound boldness.
Finn’s fingers tangled in Hanna’s hair as she straddled his lap, their breaths mingling as they pressed closer together. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, her fingertips grazing his warm skin.
“Hanna,” Finn murmured, his voice filled with both desire and restraint. “Are you sure?”
Hanna nodded, her gaze locking with his. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
***
As their kisses deepened, Hanna felt a sense of urgency she hadn’t known before. Finn’s hands roamed her back, his touch igniting sparks along her skin.
They moved together as if nothing else mattered, their passion growing with every whispered word and stolen breath. Finn’s lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of warmth that made her shiver.
As the night stretched on, they explored each other with a mix of tenderness and desire, their connection deepening in ways that transcended words.
When they finally lay tangled together in the quiet aftermath, Hanna rested her head on Finn’s chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.
“I love you,” Finn whispered, his fingers brushing through her hair.
“I love you too,” Hanna said, her voice soft but certain.
***
The next morning, Hanna woke to the soft light of dawn streaming through her window. Finn was still beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist.
She turned to watch him, her heart swelling with emotion. He looked so peaceful, so content, and she couldn’t help but smile.
As if sensing her gaze, Finn stirred, his eyes fluttering open. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
“Morning,” Hanna replied, leaning in to kiss him gently.
Finn tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer. “I could get used to this.”
Hanna laughed softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Me too.”