Worth the Fight (Worth It Book 2): Gritty MM Emergency Services HurtComfort Romantic Suspense by C F White

Author:C F White [White, C F]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-09-29T00:00:00+00:00

chapter thirteen

Fire and Gasoline

Reece woke early, his mind refusing to let him have the peace his body so desperately needed.

Part habit. Part self-preservation.

And maybe because he wasn’t in his own bed.

Not that waking up in someone else’s bed was foreign to him. He’d done it more times than he cared to admit. But it had been a long damn time since strange sheets had felt this good. Since they’d felt like safety instead of regret.

Beside him, Trent slept on, his breath fluttering over Reece’s collarbone where his head had settled in the night. His curls were a chaotic halo over Reece’s skin, his face finally free of tension, peaceful in a way that nearly undid him.

And God… he was beautiful.

Breathtaking, really.

Skin like golden sand, warm and soft under Reece’s fingers. Hair catching the faint morning light like a thousand threads of sunlight. And his body… lean, sculpted perfection. Strength and vulnerability perfectly balanced in a frame made to fit against Reece’s.

And fuck… he could’ve stayed like this forever.

He’d told himself he’d never felt this way before, but that wasn’t even the truth. He knew it. He’d had relationships. Had shared beds and mornings and lazy cups of coffee. Every person had brought something different, unlocked some new version of himself.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

With Trent, it wasn’t just hunger. Nor the desperate urge to drown in the heat and drag him under, too. It was this. The unbearable, all-consuming need to stay. To hold him through the worst of it. To be the one he reached for in the dark. Not to fuck the pain away, but to share it.

And somehow, that was the most terrifying thing of all.

Because Trent had made it painfully clear that whatever this was, it wasn’t a relationship. It was nothing more than a coping mechanism. Trent found something in Reece that helped him shut it all off, and that was all he wanted.

Reece was just a warm body.

And yet, like the fool he was, he kept showing up. Folding himself into whatever shape Trent needed for the privilege of being close.

But his heart… God, his heart was breaking from pretending that was enough. And he didn’t know how much longer he could keep lying to himself.

So he stayed there as long as he could, holding Trent close, stroking idle patterns along his spine. Not to soothe or coax. But because he couldn’t not touch him. Eventually, though, the familiar tug of his bladder broke through the haze of tenderness, and the thought of finding a kitchen crept in alongside it. Maybe he could make Trent a coffee. Fetch him some water. Find a paracetamol for when he woke, his head no doubt pounding with exhaustion. Maybe he could satiate his need that way instead?

Careful not to disturb him, Reece eased his arm free and slipped out of bed. Trent rolled further into the warmth Reece had left behind, already lost again to sleep and Reece knew that was instinctive rather than Trent wanting to be close to him, but it still left him with a thudding heart.

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