"Hannah!" he gasped again, even as he released into her, "Hannah, I love you," he said as he pressed to her more, every part of him aching and throbbing in that height of pleasure between them.
This was more than he'd ever dreamed for or hoped for. He felt at home with her, at peace, and utterly accepted for who he was. She held no unreachable standards over him, no judgments or doubts. Hannah was open and warm and more loving and tender than he'd thought possible, than he'd dreamed of for himself.