He hadn't, not an inch, but it didn't matter, she'd have said it anyway even if he did, and he should have. There wasn't any protest about her leaving the bed after she put on his shirt. Always a pleasant turn of events and the show of it circling her body was hardly unbecoming in his mind. So Abel waited patiently with a smug look on his face after she crept back into the bed following up those angry sounds of her slamming the door. He could only hope she remembered he said there were three favorite places he put orders in. Wisely, he kept quiet about it for the mean time. It was never in any man's best interest to frustrate or antagonize a cheetah shifter while absolutely naked in her bed.
She was lucky to have been able to walk to the door considering how thorough he'd been at keeping her in bed. Course, her metabolism worked better than a human, her recovery astronomical compared to even his. Therefore he tried not to find fault in himself with the ease she embodied in making it to the door the first time. His foresight in ordering ahead at different places, of course, only went along with him making damn certain they could place future orders without raising any odd looks. The second ding-dong sound puncturing the happy purr meant he was up for answering the door this time. A press of warm, sensual lips brush against hers in apology as he extracted himself from her grasp. "How about you stay there this time and I will handle this one." A set of fingers tugged at her red hair, amusement following up her question. "If I say no, what are you going to do, tie me to the bed until someone finds out I'm missing?"
The next few chimes made him grimace, dropping back to her quickly to kiss the side of her face. "Yes, I'm back for good, a while at least, and your can't have an ulcer from going without me," and then he was gone, pulling his pants up over that scrumptious ass she loved and smoothing his messy hair to answer the door. He was a thousand times nicer about it than she was, but again, he had the history of a different type of control to back it. She heard the crinkle of bags, him rummaging through the kitchen before returning with forks and the containers of hot food. "Is there some rule saying you can't eat in bed, kitten, because I'm about to make you break it."