"I've just been so lonely," he whispered, his hands still held me against the wall, preventing me from moving an inch. "And then I found you." His hands moved from my wrists down to my waist where he pulled me flush against him. His nose lined my jaw as he aligned our lips. Tears streaked my face and the tip of his nose was wet with them. "And I had to have you." Fortuity: (noun) 1. a chance occurrence. 2. the state of being controlled by chance rather than design.