Eleanor
Ezra’s eyes raked over me, and in them I saw something primal. My cheeks instantly heated up.
I was too stunned to speak, so I stood there like a statue, mulling over his words.
I had known the uniform was too small, but I hadn_ “Ezra!” I screeched.
But it was too late.
He picked me up, threw me over his shoulders, and began ascending up the stairs that led to my dorm.
Embarrassment curled through me, followed by awareness.
I was being carried, on the shoulder of Ezra, with my ass in the air, and my head hanging down his back, inches away from the most beautiful ass I had seen on a man.
“Put me down!” I whined, not sure if I found it annoying, or I liked it too much.
“Shut it, Beetle, or you’ll get us caught!” A crack sounded in the air, and it took a stinging pain on my a
