I focused on Marshal as he held out a small bottle of perfume. "Why? If you like it, get it."
Marshal's smile faded. "I--" He set the perfume bottle down and stepped toward me, lowering his voice. "Are you mad at me?"
I blinked at him. "No."
"Then why did you say that?" he asked as he motioned over his shoulder.
I frowned in confusion. "Say what? To get it?"
"That's not exactly what I got from it."
I studied Marshal's face. Then I gestured to the bottles of perfumes and creams and lotions. "I don't understand all these things. I wouldn't know what to get or why to get it." I pointed at the bottle on the counter. "If you like it, shouldn't I get it?"
"You should get it if you like it, chicklit."
"But I don't know what I like or don't like."
"Okay." He stepped back to the counter and opened the bottle. "Hold out your forearm."
I did, and he sprayed a small amount on a card presented to him before rubbing that card onto the skin of the inside of my wrist.
He motioned to my nose. "Tell me what you think."
I raised my arm hesitantly to my nose and breathed in slightly--I blinked and looked down at my arm with wide eyes before changing my focus to Marshal. "I like it."
He smiled and turned to the salesman. "We'll take this. Lotion, too. Body spray--Hell. Give us the whole gift box."
I sniffed again and released a slight smile. I looked up at Marshal when he stepped close to me. He lifted my arm to his lips and kissed it twice, holding my gaze. I felt my cheeks flush.