Zinny was still convinced that she wanted to take things slow, but she didn't want to stop at all. She was so completely drawn to Holt, so lost in the love she felt for him though maybe the booze was giving her a bit of a push. Once his shirt was completely off, Zinny couldn't help but stare in awe. The man was definitely ripped. Her hands ran over his chest and abdomen as her lips battled with his, needy as well. "I love you, too," she replied breathily. Her dress was sitting oddly above her waist, making it uncomfortable for her to breath, so she pulled it off over her head and tossed it to the foot of the bed. So much for taking it slow and not getting close to naked with him.