She wasn't sure about love, about feelings as big as that. But she did feel that connection, the way they slotted together in far more than just an intimate way. But it was easier to focus on the physical way they fit and the mutual desire that they could share, they didn't need to talk about that.
Gamora had given him permission to touch and when he grabbed her ass she crossed her ankles behind his back and held herself against him. She let her head drop back, giving him more access to her neck, her hair swinging from side to side as Peter walked.
When they got into his room she squirmed out of his arms until her feet were on the floor. Gamora leaned down to unlace her boots, watching him as she did. "Strip," she ordered.