Sometimes he really hated her. He hated the way she looked at him. He hated the way that she had a way of reading his mind; especially at times that he didn't want her to. He hated the way her raven hair fell around her shoulders. He hated the way she laughed with no barrier. He hated how she was so willing to be free and happy. Sometimes he really hated her.
Especially the way that he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her. The way she swayed her hips had his eyes glued to them. The shirts she wore that accented her breasts. The way she would brush up against him accidentally.
He hated the butterflies that made a home in his stomach whenever she was near. The way her breath always tickled his ear. He hated the way that he always fantasized what her legs would feel like wrapped tightly around his waist. He hated how he wanted to know how smooth her skin is. He hated that he knew she would give her world up to him if he asked her.
He hated the way he longed for her lips to be pressed against his. He hated the way he wanted to bend her over his desk and make her see fireworks. He hated the way that Jack fell for her so easily without any coaching. He hated the way that she was the mother of the team. He hated that she was on his mind more than she should be. He hated what kind of mood she put him in. Sometimes he really hated her. But most of all he hated the way that everything he hated about her was also the things that he loved.