Fate

On a warm summer night, he sat alone on the couch, cradling his guitar. The window let in a faint breeze but not enough to cool the sweat on his skin. Out of boredom, he strummed some chords and hummed a melody, but nothing worth writing down. Nothing worth saving for later use.
On a warm summer night she took a walk. Last summer, those walks had been shared with a man, but he was gone and she walked alone. Her shoelaces came undone and when she crouched down to tie them, she heard a male voice singing a song. She looked up to the opened window and beguilled the singer to show himself, but nothing happened.
He felt the urge to get up and look out of the window. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought and stayed on his couch.
She listened to the voice and the words and felt as if he had reached into her soul and sang her inner most thoughts. She was touched and wanted to know who he was.
His phone vibrated next to him and he took the call. He closed the window and retreated to his bedroom. It wasn’t late and he was alone with his phone and yet, calls like this demanded some privacy.
The window closed and disappointed, she walked on, running into a man walking his dog. And while she was busy apologizing, he bribed her into a coffee date.
In the privacy of his bed, he heard her moans in his ear and dropped his hand under the sheet. Moans and encouraging words, urgent pulls and thrusts into his hand. Crowned by a delicious climax. This world was a great place to call home.
With a date and a phone number she walked home. Her frown was replaced with a smile. She undressed and slipped into the bed. Her hand found her wet sex underneath the sheet. It was easy to give into a fantasy and pretend the man she had just met was the one. Faster she rubbed herself and grabbed the sheet with her free hand. Her breathing hitched and pulsating heat flooded her body. A tired grin was on her face. This world was a great place to call home.