Holt would wait as long as Zinny wanted, but it wasn't easy on him. He wanted her desperately. He had dreams about her every night, dreams that blended their bodies with memories of Bragi and Iounn's life together. It was intense, and he always woke up with the immediate need for a cold shower and a good tug.
Laughing, he filled both their glasses again. "A bit, but I don't notice it so much anymore. You want some lemon? That helps sometimes." He took another shot though, not needing anything to go with the booze. This was his drink of choice.