It’s the afternoon and the party is in full swing, here at the main pool and on Sant Sebastià; rainbow flags and balloon palm trees sway under the hulking shadow of the W. Bass throbs from the speakers, tickling a spot deep inside Harry’s chest and at the back of his teeth. He pulls off his sunglasses, and when Draco stretches to put their drinks on the little table between their loungers, Harry wraps an arm around Draco’s waist, spreading a hand over his hip to keep him close.