“It’s not that sweet,” he chuckled, before handing him the single flower. He figured a boutique would be a little bit of an over kill. The speedster wrinkled his nose a little at the tap, and rolled his eyes. “And I’m pretty sure you just described yourself.”

Blaine took the flower and brought it to the tip of his nose to inhale the scent. You’d swear the smell had some sort of chemical inside it that ignited his cheeks and the bridge of his nose into a shade of red that blazed all the way to his neck.  “Okay.  You seriously need to stop.  I don’t think my dentist is going to like the amount of cavities you’re giving me right now.  Come here,” saying nothing more–he gripped the collar of Barry’s coat gently and pulled him down and in to show his gratitude with a kiss.