Theodora’s POV

Javier loved me.

Mads loved me.

And I couldn’t fucking say it back. I wanted to, but the words kept getting stuck in my throat, making me say that I cared about them, but I didn’t think I loved them. What a load of bullshit. It was the self-destruction talking.

I was the problem.

Javier stepped away from me, getting to his feet and stripping himself of everything he was wearing. My mouth watered as I watched every article ...