Time to cool down.

You lay there panting for a minute.

"I think we should go before we pass out," she suggests, and rolls off you.

You all gather your clothes and slip them back on, despite them being soaking wet. When you swing open the door, the older man remains standing there, and appears flustered. You wink and thank him, and Bailey does as well. He did a good job.

On your way through, you snatch up the bottle of water you left, and the two of you head to the showers. You get some attention on the way--both of you--given your soaking wet clothes clinging even more to your body than usual.

You and Bailey enter the changing room with your belongings, strip down, and stand beneath spouts of water. Some eyes look over at your naked form beneath the shower, especially Bailey's, but you wash yourself from head to toe. When you're done, and you dry your hair, it somehow still looks amazing despite having not used anything, not even hairspray.

"I hope we can get together again sometime. It was really a workout," she says to you.

You give her a kiss on the cheek. "It was indeed."

You retrieve your outfit from the locker, throw it on, say goodbye, and head back home.