Nine: Summer Love, One Direction
"Sometimes," Klaus had told her once, surprisingly wistful as he watched her retrieve her clothes, "I feel like we've met before."
"How's that?" she asked, choosing to indulge him.
"It comes and goes," he begins, "Us, dancing at a ball in Paris, or lying under the stars in the Roman Empire, riding horses across the Plains." He sighed, placing a chaste kiss on her lips, "Like we've lived a thousand lives."