Unless he wanted me to catch him?

No, that didn't make any sense. "Fuck". I cursed thumping my good hand off my steering wheel.

I wish I could shut my brain off.

Was it possible to love and hate him at the same time? I wanted to stay mad at him. In my head I hated him but I couldn't deny how strong my feelings for him actually were.

The butterflies that erupted at the bare thought of him. Not to mention the tightening in my stomach or how nervous he still made me.

Those ...