We heard the doorbell.
"That's the food. Don't move. I'll bring it all in here. We'll spend all our time in bed until we have to leave. Consider this our honeymoon."
I said nothing. It was all going the way it was supposed to go.
"What do you want to drink now?"
"Just some water again," I said.
"Coming right up. Whew," he said, laughing. He dug his wallet out of his pants, smiled, and then went out to get our food.
"You want any help?" I called.
"Don't you move!" he shouted back. "I know a good thing when I see it."
I looked around. My body felt as if it was cooling down, the madness of my lovemaking dissipating. Outside, a cloud moved over the sun, and an ominous shadow washed over the window, darkening the room for a few moments. I felt a chill, like what someone might feel if he or she knew he or she was being watched. Was Ava there spying on me?
I heard him returning, proclaiming how delicious it all smelled.
