"Drink it!"

Morrison studied him intently. “What's going on?"

"Just do it!"

"You have to give me a reason," Morrison insisted.

Forrest forced a casual smile. "For showing off a little too much."

He couldn't see himself but he knew he looked awful.

Jealousy must be contorting his features.

Morrison stared at him, bewildered, for a couple of seconds.

Then, following Forrest's gaze to his neck, realization dawned on him.

Understanding flickered across his face.

He coughed, covering his mouth.

The passionate marks Laura had left there caused Forrest to feel sad.

With a self-conscious movement, he reached up to adjust his collar.

“I'U take the drink."

"If you don't drink it, I can't promise I won't," Forrest murmured, his voice low, the tremor in it barely perceptible.

Morrison grasped his dilemma.

Yet, understanding as he was, he couldn't allow Forrest to claim Laura as his own.

With a heavy sigh, Morrison lifted his glass and emptied it in one go.

Forrest followed suit, pouring and consuming his own drink with equal haste.

Setting down his glass with a thud, Forrest smacked his lips. “The wine's quite potent."