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18. We're Both Soaking Wet
Every so often, I write my stories with paper and pen. I don't just take notes. I write the whole thing. Then, when I'm sure of it, I type it onto my laptop and probably edit it half a dozen more times. Most of the time I type it straight away with just the written notes as a guideline, but there's something refreshing about being out in nature and writing.
Today is one of those writing days.
I told Barry about it earlier, and being the perfect husband that he is, he insists I should take a break at noon and we can have picnic lunch under the big oak tree in the park.
It's endearing, so I can't bring myself to say no. Even though I know he'll probably be late – crime never stops in Central City – I stop writing at exactly 11:55am and make the short walk to the oak tree in the park.
Barry surprises me by flashing in front of me three feet before the trees shadow takes over the grass, and I gasp and then laugh and then swoon at the bouquet of roses he's bought me.
"Thank you, Barry."
I inhale their scent and then take them from him, indulging him so that boyish grin spreads wider across his face.
"I'm not late," he says, and I laugh.
"No, you're no-"
And just like that, thunder crackles, lightning strikes, and even Barry's super speed can't get us out of there before the downpour.
We're inside the nearest building in seconds and dripping from the rain.
"Well, that was unexpec-"
He cuts me off again, this time to cup my face and kiss my lips, and I sink into him because God, this man has the best surprises.
I hum appreciatively when he finally pulls back.
"Might've been more romantic in the rain," I comment.
He scoffs. "Oh, come o-"
I pull him back, laughing, before he can further complain, and kiss him hard.
"Where do you think you're going?" I tease.
He shakes his head and kisses me again, softer this time.
"Wherever you go, I go."
I smile and nuzzle him and pull out the keys to our loft.
"This body won't shower itself."
He grins, takes my hand and heads out into the rain, stopping in the middle of an empty street to kiss me before flashing us to our building.
God, I love this man.
