[ not so far, and not now, either. tseng reads the message, lets his brows furrow briefly—not in pity, but in understanding of the kind of life that would lead someone to be unsure how to pleasure themselves—and then texts back. ]
That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.
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That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.