"I mean, I am," Harry says. He licks his lips. Closes his eyes when Dylan swoops in to steal another kiss, licking his way slowly into Harry’s mouth. "It’s a lovely compliment," Harry says a little breathlessly when the kiss breaks, but then they’re kissing again, recklessly, moving to the beat of the bass-heavy music pumping out through the beach’s sound system, and everyone else is swaying around them too, half naked and mindless.