My eyes blinked open blearily, taking in the wall just inches from my face. I was scooted down much farther than I usually was, my head just barely on the pillow, the covers almost completely blanketing my head.

But, more than that, even in my sleepy state, I was hyper aware of Lena's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to her. I could feel her stomach moving up and down against my back, could feel her breath fanning against my neck.

Lena had snuggled up to me in the night. Lena and I were snuggling. In my bed.

I scooted a little bit closer to her, my own hand resting on her arm. I felt my eyes closing once again, wanting to make these moments between us last. Unknowingly, I fell back asleep.

I woke up again, this time laying on my left side. Facing Lena. My eyes opened at the same time as her. She held my gaze, and it was then that I realized that her arm was still draped over my waist.

We were inches apart. Lena's lips parted. Her hand moved to my waist, her fingers brushing across a sliver of exposed skin. It sent chills up my spine. I tried to think of something to say, to do, because as amazing as this was, and as much as I wanted to kiss her, I knew that I would be too groggy, too preoccupied by the fact that I hadn't yet brushed my teeth and desperately hoping that Lena didn't notice to properly enjoy the kiss. And I wanted to enjoy it.

Before anything popped into my sleepy brain, Lena broke the tension as a frown crossed over her face. "Kara, what time is it?"

I sat up a bit so that I could see the digital clock on my bedside table. "8:28."

Lena sighed. "I have to be at work at 9:00." She lay there a second longer before she sat up.

My roommate's bed was empty. I wasn't sure exactly where she was, as I didn't know all that much about her and didn't really know how she spent her time, but it was probably for the best that she was gone.

Lena rolled out of bed and started rummaging in the duffel bag that she had brought. "Hey, thanks again for letting me stay tonight. And for..." she gestured to where I was still sitting, my legs dangling over the side of the bed. "You know. Sharing your bed with me last night."

"Yeah. Of course." I tried to come up with a non-creepy way to say that I had enjoyed it, and came up empty.

Lena stepped into the bathroom to change and brush her teeth, and I changed while she was in there. Then she gave me the bathroom while she fixed her hair and packed up the rest of her stuff.

Less than ten minutes later, I stood in the doorway, Lena standing on the other side. "I'll see you Tuesday."

"I look forward to it."

Lena's lips quirked upward. "I had fun last night. With you."

My smile was faltering, possibly out of nerves. "So did I. Tell your roommate that her boyfriend can spend the weekend anytime he wants."

Lena squeezed her eyes shut. "Kara, I have a confession to make," she said, her words coming out in a rush.

"Um, y-yeah. Is everything alright?"

Her eyes locked with mine. "My roommate's boyfriend didn't come over this weekend. I made that up because I wanted an excuse to spend more time with you."

Well, this was certainly the best confession I had ever gotten. My heart pounded, not in an anxious way, in more of an oh-my-gosh-I-think-this-girl-might-actually-really-like-me-and-it's-so-impossible-to-think-with-her-leaning-toward-me-like-that.

Now would actually be the right time to kiss her. We were both awake, my teeth were brushed so I would be able to enjoy it, and she had just confessed that she liked me. I leaned toward her as well, her eyes dropping to my lips.

Just as I was about to close the distance between us, to take her face in my hands and pull her to me, she squeezed her eyes shut once again and took a small step away.

"I really have to get to work," she murmured.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

"We'll talk later, okay?"

I nodded numbly. She turned and left then. I thought I heard her mutter "bye, Kara," as she walked away, but I couldn't tell for sure, and was too shocked at what had happened to risk calling out to her.

That afternoon, I headed to the campus library, my laptop, a few textbooks, and my costume shoved into my backpack. I wasn't quite sure why I had brought along the last thing. It had been practically a week since the last crime--if crime was the right word--had been committed, and I was starting to feel on edge. Or paranoid. Constantly feeling as though the lack of crime was building up, and that when one finally did happen, which it could at any moment, that whatever happened was going to be really, really bad.

I tried to avoid looking at the security cameras that had been set up on almost all of the buildings. I tried to avoid thinking about them as well, because that made me feel equally as paranoid.

"Kara."

I practically jumped out of my skin.

James smiled. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay. I'm just..."

"Jumpy?"

"A little bit."

"So, Winn tells me that you two have been hanging out more lately."

"Yeah, we have."

"That's cool." He nodded a few times. "And Lena, too. Am I right?"

I thought back on this morning, on the weird, stifling tension between the two of us. "Yeah, we have as well."

"I don't know her that well, but she's really nice from everything I've seen of her. Not at all how I thought a Luthor would be."

I smiled. "Yeah. She surprised me too."

"I think she really likes you, by the way."

I felt my cheeks heat once again. James looked down at the sidewalk, kicking at a small pebble with his toe.

"Look," he said, "I know that things might not ever be exactly the same as they were before, but I really miss hanging out, just the three of us. Maybe it's too soon, I don't know."

"Maybe it is. But I think we should try. Maybe we could all of us have lunch sometime?"

"That would be great." He flashed his smile. "I've really missed you, Kara. And not just in...that way. I mean, I have felt so weird this semester. Things haven't been the same since we stopped spending time together, in any sort of way."

"I've missed you too," I said. "And Winn. I've felt the exact same way."

It was then that I heard it. Distant, but close. Too close for comfort.

I heard screams. Muttered threats. The clicking sound made when the hammer of a pistol is pulled back.

And Lena's whispered words: "I'll give you what you want. Don't shoot.