As clichéd as it sounded, she'd felt so, so, connected with him when they danced.
Even though physically they'd barely touched; only that lightning spark, hitch in your chest hand holding that she'd become so addicted to.
With Jack, there was an undeniable attraction, but her nerves didn't tingle at the mere mention on his name.
And as exciting as he was, there wasn't that sense of belonging along with the excitement, that same euphoria, which she got out of everything – from racing for their lives to simply sitting and eating chips – with him.
With the Doctor.
With her Doctor.
