Chapter 132

Melanie’s POV

I pressed my forehead against Asher’s chest, heart ticking louder than the bass from our neighbor’s late-night party. After a few minutes of blissful silence, I lifted my head and, in my best seductive whisper, admitted, “I’m not on birth control.”

He paused mid-breath, then murmured, “There are condoms in my closet somewhere, if you want to use them.”

My insides did a backflip. Condoms? Really? In this perfect moment? I loved the guy—but as far as I was concerned, condoms were denying destiny. And also, partly because I was convinced that trust-fund money or no, Asher and I could afford another kid. If we could swing it, I wanted another mini-me (or half-werewolf me) running around. Plus, I’d read somewhere that wolf-girls have less-than-stellar odds of getting pregnant. That meant this could be our one-shot lottery ticket—and I intended to buy every raffle ticket available.

Swallowing past the flutter in my throat, I asked softly, “Do y