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Adrien pushed further into the party, dodging swaying bodies, spilled drinks, and loud clusters of students. The music thumped so hard that he felt it in his bones, but none of it could distract him from the one thought gnawing at him.
Where was he?
He had already circled the living room twice, checked the kitchen, and even the jacuzzi area where half the crowd was practically glued to each other. He opened a few doors downstairs, only to find drunk couples or empty rooms smelling of cheap perfume. Nothing, no sign of Noah's quiet figure, his brown hair, or that anxious little frown and slight blush he got when he felt out of place.
His pulse was racing.
Noah wouldn't just vanish like that, right? Maybe he just went home early? Maybe he was drunk somewhere...but, she wasn't the type to get wasted in a corner or let herself be dragged off somewhere without saying a word.
That wasn't his style and Noah hated alcohol for some unknown reason.
