Heh, his cheeks tinged pink at her statement. It wasn't like he actively thought about pounding her into the bed all of the time. There was just this air about her that demanded he sink down into a baser instinct of conquering her that jumped up in him the second he saw her. Like he had to make her his, and that this would be his only chance. "I love you," he finally said, his hand finding hers and entwining their fingers together. The Doctor looked at their joined hands for a long while. Three years of wanting this, regretting that he'd never told her, and here they were, and it pained him when he thought about losing it all in the blink of an eye again. "I've missed you so much, my Rose."