The helicopter landed on the roof of the adjacent dormitory. Helmet, gloves, g-suit, and flight jacket—Matthew was encased in his pilot uniform, shielded from the elements.
More accurately, no one, except Emma and Wendy, knew it was him. The entire dormitory could only see the tall figure standing on the roof, casually leaning against the railing, bathed in the moonlight.
Broad shoulders, long legs, narrow waist—even without seeing his face, the sight was enough to make mouths water.
Some enterprising souls immediately started getting dressed, ready to climb the stairs and try their luck.
But before long, a slender figure appeared beside him, placing her hand in his. A collective groan of disappointment echoed through the dormitory.
Emma's heart pounded. Following Matthew's directi
