Old souls together
Claire was sitting on the couch, watching the news. Jez and Morgead were curled up on a chair, whispering sweet little nothings to each other through their bond.
A few weeks ago Claire had found out that she was an Old Soul and since then she and Hugh had been working on her remembering her old lives. High had been a great help and was a great friend, even if he did like saving chipmunks from toxic waste.
"Baby, she has that look on her face again," Jez told Morgead, looking at Claire. Claire glared at them.
"What look?" she asked her cousin. Morgead looked at her.
"Your right Jezebel, she's thinking about you again," he grinned, looking towards someone standing behind Claire.
Claire blushed and looked around as Jez and Morgead started arguing over her name yet again. Claire saw Hugh standing behind her, a faint blush in his cheeks. She stood up. How much had he heard?
Hugh turned around and walked out. Claire ran after him. "Hugh! Wait please!" she called before catching him up and grabbing his hand. Sparks flew up both of their arms. Hugh looked down at her.
"We need to talk," she whispered quietly. He nodded and still holding her hand for dear life, he led her into the study. He closed the door but he still didn't look at her.
"I think we're soulmates," he told her, finally looking straight at her.
"So do I," she replied as he walked towards her. He stood in front of her and smiled down at her.
"So we agree?" he asked, just to make sure. She nodded and he leaned down as she stood on her tiptoes and their lips connected.