Summer in Cardiff had been abysmal, cold and rainy with barely a glimmer of sunshine. Ianto had been starting to feel as dull and grey as the weather when Jack had surprised him with plane tickets and a brochure showing an idyllic beachside cabana in the Caribbean. He’d needed no persuasion to pack.
Less than forty-eight hours later, here they were in a tropical island paradise, well basted with sunscreen, stretched out side by side in beach chairs, sipping cold fruit juice and listening to the shushing sound of waves against the white sands.
Life didn’t get better than this!