" I think it’s fate,” he says softly.
“You do? You believe in fate?”
Scooting closer to me, he rests his hand on my hipbone, his thumb stroking a lazy rhythm there. “I do, in the sense that I believe some things are inevitable. The sun rises, the moon travels round the earth, you were meant for me, and I was meant for you,” he says. "

― Lauren Blakely , Every Second with You (No Regrets #3)