She slipped into her bedroom, him close behind her. The door clicked shut, shrouding them in darkness. Laughter, muffled by a hand over his mouth, escaped his lips. Blouse askew, jeans unfastened, his hands roamed her body, urgency overtaking them,

The doorknob rattled. "Em? Movie night?" Sarah queried.
Panic seized them.
They scrambled apart.
Emily lunged for her duvet as light flooded in. Sarah's eyes stared, seeing them both naked.

"Actually," Emily stammered, voice strained, "We're practicing lines for the play. This scene..." she gestured wildly, "gets a little...heated."

Sarah's smile was unconvinced. "Lines, huh? Maybe practice locking the door."