Love Is In The Lyrics

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  Working out had recently became a place where I could release all my emotions, throw all my anger into the weights and my sadness into my runs. I didn't stop until I broke, as bad as that is. But this was my therapy, talking to someone wouldn't benefit me. I've never been one to talk through my emotions.

It also allowed me to buy an array of cute gym clothes to wear, and an excuse to go to the celeb-only gym. Scouting all the toned actors and admiring the bodies they worked so hard to get, or paid for.

Yea we all had gyms at home, but this is the one place you can feel normal again, people not swarming you from every side because they recognize you. No uncomfortable feeling as people peek behind equipment to catch a picture of video of you in your most vulnerable moments.

But here was an escape, an escape from the chaotic lives we lived and a place where we could just be normal.

As I walked at a medium speed on the treadmill I look into the mirrors facing me and people watch. Eyeing everyone around as they went about their business, glancing down in between to check the time left.

As I slightly increase my speed on the machine I wipe the sweat from my head with the back of my hand, swaying them with me as I move them by my sides.

Watching a muscular tall man walking around the weight rack behind me. His hair was sandy blonde as his skin was beautifully tanned. Lifting the weight into his hands while his muscles flexed underneath his skin, the veins compressed against his skin as he turns my way. Walking forward before placing the weight upon the bar, turning my way and meeting my eyes in the mirror, throwing me a wink before returning to the weight rack.

My cheeks flush as I begin to walk with more sass, emphasizing shaking my butt a little as I walked. Might as well give the cutie a show.

Hearing him chuckle I look up to see him watching me intently, I slow the machine some before leaning over onto the control panel. Barely looking over my shoulder and throwing a sly smile his way before returning to my normal workout.

Messing with men was amazing, the way they folded to any and all women was fascinating. How something as simple as a pussy could have any man at a women's beckoning call, begging like a dog for you and your body. It was easy to say the feeling was exhilarating.

I continue to walk until my machine slows and my timer goes off, slowly riding the tread off I grab my stuff off the machine before walking toward the bottle refill station. Throwing a wink at the unknown man as he gives a cheeky smile.

As I approached a man in dark clothing stands in line, large black headphones encased his head as we slowly moved forward. He looked familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where I knew him from.

As his turn arose I stood behind him pondering everyone I knew, thinking I must've seen him out or something someday and just remembered him from his hair somehow.

Screwing the lid to his bottle he swiftly turns around and gets a glimpse of my face, back tracking as he looked confused. "Adelaide?"

I look up confused as he dons a toothy smile, "Lewis," He extends a hand out as I hesitantly take it into my hand and shake it. "Im the guitarist for Dusk & Dawn, I heard about your 'predicament' with Stang." He winks my way as My bottle begins to overflow, quickly pulling it back before securing the lid, stepping to the side to lean against the wall.

"Oh, well that's, nice." I awkwardly respond as I tap my nails against my bottle, wondering if we was going to say anything worthwhile.

"Well I just wanted to introduce myself since we'll prolly be seeing more of each other. Maybe tonight you can swing by the studio and listen to us record for our new album."