But Mattheo wasn’t listening. He was already moving through the crowd, his eyes trained on the spot where he had last seen yn slip away. He wasn’t about to back down, not when he felt this pull. Something in him had changed the moment their lips met, and he wasn’t about to let it go without a fight.
“Yn!” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise of the party. His friends groaned in unison, clearly not expecting him to actually follow through.
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