“I know. But I’m curious.”
“Two,” I answered. “You?”
“Two is perfect. And it’s good you don’t want to have kids right away. We need as much practice as possible.”
I leaned into him and chuckled. “I think we’re pretty good at it already.”
“We could always be better.” His hand moved to the back of my head, and he brought me in for a kiss. Like any other time he kissed me, it seemed like he wanted me more and more. He fell more in love with me every passing day, every passing week.
And I was falling in love with him more with every passing second.
I was falling in love with my husband…my wolf.