The one thing about England that Hugo hated was the lack of sunshine. When he had been in Egypt, Hugo spent all day out in the scorching desert sun. Being back on the island was good for one thing. Okay, so his boyfriend wanted nothing to do with him and his family was missing, but at least there was sunshine.
He'd been laying by the water, letting the ocean lap over his feet as the sun warmed his skin nicely. When it started to feel too warm, he turned over onto his stomach.
And saw Scorpius. Fucking hell, couldn't he get away from the wanker?