Page 104 of Disgrace

John’s lips curved a bit at the edges. “Choosing stability means being honest when I’m having trouble. Not to everyone, mind you. It’s not about them—this is all about me, and my mental health.”

“Absolutely.”

“Leonard—the new therapist—dropped the mood stabilizer for a bit and changed it to an antidepressant until I level out again. Might take a couple weeks. Might be a month. All depends.”

But …

John had gone and done that.

Asked for something different.

Acknowledged something was offset.

Knew he needed a change.

It was huge.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said at the sight of her growing grin.

“You know it kind of is, John.”

“It’s a good thing, yes.”

“That, too.” Siena looked over at the clock again. “I’ve got a little while before Jason will be knocking on my door again.”

John’s happiness was soon gone with those words. “Mmm.”

“Kev’s funeral,” she explained.

“Ah. Shame.”

“It is. I would rather stay in bed than go and put on yet another farce for him, even if the bastard is dead.”

John stilled and quieted as his gaze traveled over Siena. She could hear his silent questions without actually needing him to ask them. She could feel the unspoken words burning between the two of them.

They hadn’t talked about what she did.

Not really.

Seemed that silence was over.

“You don’t regret it at all, do you?” John asked.

Siena didn’t flinch. “Not when it’s for you—for us.”

“He was still your—”

“Nothing. He meant nothing.”

John cleared his throat. “Jesus, woman, don’t be so cold. I don’t like you cold.”

Siena smiled, unable to stop herself. “Never cold to you, John.”

“Better not be.”

He let go of her hands, and Siena used that freedom to cup his jaw, and pull him in for another lingering, burning kiss. That flame he created was now a devastating inferno, ravaging her insides in the best way.

“Do you ever think about the future?” she asked.