Locks don't matter if you have a key

While neither of them heard the gentle rattling of the doorknob at first, the audible click of the lock popping open and the sudden cacophony of partygoers outside as the door opened brought them both back to reality, right as Ethan and a few other people walked into the room. "I told you they went in here!" One of them gloated to the host of the party as they all saw Hannah, shirtless, practically straddling a topless Jenna on the couch.

"Good find dude," Ethan responded, walking up to the pair as casually as he might approach someone pouring a drink or making a snack. "Nice tits."

Jenna tried to cover up as Hannah pulled away from her, but Ethan wasn't having that. "Nah, my house, my rules. It's fine that you two want to have fun, but it's a party! Don't hide away, and don't block off a whole room just because you're shy. Now go on, kiss her again. That was hot."

Jenna could see Ethan's hand on the back of her new lover's head, pushing them back together as the other people in the room cheered. She heard people outside cheer in response, and despite all that was happening to her directly, a small part of her wondered if they even knew what they were cheering for. Then Hannah was kissing her again, and that addicting flavor of strawberry and peppermint threatened to overwhelm her, even with their new audience.

She closed her eyes as she started to kiss back, didn't resist as she felt hands pushing her arm away from her bare chest - whether Hannah getting back into the moment, or Ethan guiding her, Jenna wasn't even sure - but she could feel herself slipping back into the groove of tasting her band friend's lips.