"Hm, or a very tall tree?" Beth asks in return, feeling more and more relaxed by the moment. She likes the way he's looking at her right now, the dark of his eyes, the way his lashes look against his cheek, and she just watches him as he rubs her shoulders, then stops him, reaching for his hands.

"Someone should do you, too," she says, then realizes how that sounds and tries to correct herself. "I mean, someone should rub your hands. I should rub your hands. Not someone." There's no one else here, obviously, and even if there were, she wouldn't want another person to be the one doing this. He's her boyfriend and Beth doesn't know whether or not she's jealous with Jason -- she hadn't been with Curtis, she'd only ever felt a sort of smug pride when other women looked at him -- she still doesn't want to share him.