I want to talk to you so badly

Confessions

"I think, I like her?" Kara hears Imra groan and flop on the bed.

"You think?" Kara repeats, emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and making her way to her walk-in closet.

Opposite to what everyone thinks, Kara is not nervous. Nope. Cool as a cucumber, thank you very much. Although, her heartbeat increases with every passing hour and her hands won't stop shaking. But that's normal, right?

"Yeah, she's smart, she's funny... beautiful..." Imra sighs the last word out. "I mean, how long all this falling in love business usually takes?"

Kara laughs, stepping to one of the chest of drawers for some underwear. She's not the best person to answer that, she can't say exactly how long it took her, when had she started crushing and when she realized there's something more. One thing she knows for sure, however: it's not the love at first sight, it is much older than two weeks.

"Second drawer." Imra orders and Kara looks at her friend, who cranes her head up, watching her hand hovering between first and second drawer. "Lace, Kara, definitely lace."

"It's j-just a dinner." Kara plays oblivious, but opens her "lace drawer".

"One must always be prepared, Kara." Imra smirks. "The new black one." she adds.

"Are we getting tt-too close or have you b-been through my.. underwear?" Kara asks playfully, retrieving the black set of lacy lingerie, that still has price tags on.

"No and no," Imra flops her head back on the bed. "but you can start shopping on your own from now on, if you like." a wet towel lands just a little short of her head followed by a "smart ass" from the closet, but she pushes it on the floor with a smile. "I'm starting to believe all that love-at-first-sight crap," she contemplates, looking up at the ceiling again. "I mean, look at you, for example. And don't try to deny it," the brunette points at Kara not even looking at her. "I'm your best friend, remember?"

Kara swallows her response, biting her lip, and goes back to choosing the trousers for the evening. Is she that obvious?

"It's like Lucy all over again, just a thousand times worse." she hears her best friend mutter.

"You m-mean James." Kara corrects.

There was a time when she may or may not had a crush on Alex's best friend while letting ex-boyfriend of the said friend court her for a blink or two. But that was a long time ago. And they're engaged now and no one had found out about it, right?

"Keep that fairy tale to the others, Puppy Eyes, please." Imra puffs out and Kara is glad that she's in a part of the closet, where her friend can't see her and a sudden blush she's sure is coloring her neck and cheeks.

Wrong, apparently.

"How was l-last night?" she changes the topic.

"Great!" comes a reply. "Great meal, great company, we had few drinks at the end of it. It was just great."

"Do I... s-ssense a but in there?"

"I don't know," Imra groans. "I know, that she likes me too, I can feel that and we have a good time and all, but sometimes it feels as if shes hesitating, holding back-"

Kara interrupts her trail of thought stepping into the room in her underwear, holding two types of trousers in her hands.

"That one." her friend points to the dark grey pleated slacks and goes back to her subject. "As if she's not sure, if I'm serious or not, you know?"

"Oh, I know." Kara murmurs under her nose quiet enough so Imra wouldn't catch it.

She knows the feeling. It's like being pulled by an unexplainable force to something, someone, that feels so right, like a piece you, you've been missing all along, just to be met by an invisible wall. It's like battling a stormy sea towards the shore you can see, but can't quite reach.