"O-okay..." she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously as you hold her face in your hands and kiss her. Her heart is racing with anticipation and fear, but there's no denying the desire that burns within her for you. She nods slowly, trying to hide her excitement as she follows you out of the showers and back into the locker room.

"I... I trust you," she manages to say, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "

"Um... let's see..." Amy glances around the empty locker room, her cheeks flushing as she realizes they left everything in the changing area. "I guess we'll have to find something to wear on the way," she whispers, suddenly self-conscious about being nearly naked in public with you. She slips her arms through the sleeves of a nearby sweatshirt, pulling it over her head and wrapping herself up tightly. "What about you?"