Caught in the Act

(Camilla's POV) A week had passed since what had occurred. Now, I'm at the point where I get to overcome my daily life yet again, and I'm trying not to think about it. I deserve to live normally, right? My life has not changed. But from within me, I feel something changed. Almost as though my whole world flipped upside down. I don't know how to explain it. I'm not sure if that's such a good thing. Today, I'm going to the gym. It feels great, slipping back into that comfortable rhythm—to feel the burn in my muscles and the steady thrum of my heartbeat as I work out. This time, I'm not looking for anyone. I'm done with that seductive game. I'm here for me alone. I am dressed plainly, nothing fancy, nothing provocative. Comfortable. An oversized T-shirt, and under that, my skin is actually locked up tight beneath gym wear. Attracting attention is something I'm over, or at least so I say. As I park my bike in front of the gym, starting to lock it, I notice there is a young man hanging arou