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Harlow had to put her hand behind her back. Because her fingers were itching to run over Gore's body, she also had to fight herself to look away from him.

She came to talk to him about what would happen now that they were mates, but seeing him like this had wiped away all her reasoning skills.

"Can you please put a shirt on?" She pleaded.

Gore smirked at her, "is this too much for you?" He flexed his muscles.

"Ok, time to leave." Harlow hurried for the door, only to be stopped by Gore when he grabbed her by the elbow.

"I'm sorry," Gore rested his hands on the door, leaning over Harlow’s small frame as she fumbled for the knob. But it seemed as her brain had stopped functioning because even though the knob was before her, her hand refused to grip and turn it.

Harlow span in the small space to face Gore, ready to tell him off, only to gasp out after seeing how close he was.

Gore leaned in, taking her lips with his. She couldn't help herself and deepen the kiss. She couldn’t help herself