“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice.” I lift my chin and stare up at him resolutely. He may be the big man on campus, and I may be a quintessential disaster, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I let Cooper DeLaurentis—or any man—push me around. He shrugs, the corner of his mouth hitching up in a crooked grin. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “What are you—” He bends down and hooks his arm around the back of my knees, slinging me over his shoulder. I squeal in protest as he strides out the door and into the hall, carrying me like a bag of dirty laundry.
