"But Rose…" the Doctor was sweating as the pair continued to run from the werewolf. Shouldn't they have lost it by now?
"What?" Rose replied.
"I'm an alien. A Time Lord. I can't just marry…"
"What? A human?" Rose finished. The Doctor didn't look at her. Elitist alien.
The Doctor stopped abruptly and pulled Rose into a small broom closet. Well, wasn't this cozy?
The Doctor and Rose were breathing heavily, pressed up tight against each other. The Doctor's arms were wrapped around Rose's waist. Rose felt her face grow warm, and her stomach twisted in knots.
He was so close.
The pair held their breath as heavy footsteps paused outside the door.
Wait, what about the ring?