EIGHTEEN
STEVE ARKIN awoke from smacking kicks at the back of his bare thighs. “What? What?”
Golden sun blazed in through Pandora's array of windows stretched above them.
He twisted his body over, wrapped within her silken sheets. He was naked, and she continued to poke her foot at him
Pandora was sat at the foot of the bed, temperamentally filing her nails. “You have to go, Steve.”
“What's the hurry?”
“I've been sitting here for hours!”
He shrugged. “D-Don't you sleep?”
“Why the hell would I sleep? Do you know who I am?”
He froze. “No. Not really.”
Pandora sprang up impatiently, blowing on her fingernails. She seemed to directly absorb the sun's rays bending them toward her in the brutal glare of the city's morning. “Come on. Get dressed.”
“Okay. Okay. I'm going.” Steve scurrie
