Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. “The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?” I nodded. “I’m okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?” “Yes,” Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. “I love you anyway.” “There’s all kinds of love,” I said. Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. “This is the kind that doesn’t call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy.” “That’s not love,” I told him. “That’s lust.
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