Beth grins at the way he answers. On him, eagerness is cute--it's genuine, especially when he smiles like the only thing he's unsure about is whether he needs to chill out. He doesn't have to, obviously, and she can't resist reaching up to stroke his cheek as he sits up. The way he's looking at her, it's hard not to want to touch him.

She slides over a little, taking advantage of the freed-up space on the couch to stretch out on her back. Her turn, now, to lie there like something out of a painting--and it's mostly thrilling, knowing why he's there, moving down the couch. Her stomach feels a little tight, but she does her best to think past it; she's pretty sure it's just anticipation, knowing all his attention's moving back to her.

"I'm comfortable," she tells him, because she pretty much is--and it feels like it needs to be said, if only so he doesn't have to ask.
Everything Luke's done this afternoon has been a reason for her to trust him, and she wants him to know it.