As they walked to the elevator, Elliot told Lorimer that he was still free. “What about you?”
“I don’t have anything until an appointment on Monday.”
“Any suggestions?”
“Well, how about a swim?”
“I don’t have a suit,” said Elliot.
“Neither do I,” said Lorimer unblushingly.
Elliot did blush.
“Or,” she continued, “we can try out some of that grass.”
“Uh—I’d better keep my head clear for a while.”
“Oh. Okay. Why don’t we go back to your room and f[***]?”
They entered the elevator, Elliot unclipping his badge and inserting it into the control panel. He studied Lorimer’s expression, then punched for the third floor. “Am I really that dense?” he asked.
— J. Neil Schulman, Alongside Night