“Fuck, I love how big you are,” Alan said. Again sounding pleasure-drunk. “Actually, no. I hate it.” His sigh was palpable against Jack’s chest. “Size and strength, station and wealth. All the advantages possible. Do you know how hard it is to believe someone won’t use any of that against you? To put your heart in someone’s hands, knowing that?” His voice was a mere breeze by the end, hardly audible over the sound of his fingers shifting Jack’s hair against his scalp. Jack had quite honestly had no idea that hearts were on the table at all.
