Snippet #2051393

"Well as interesting as that is, nope, not it. Probably would make you blush more if you remembered it." He chuckled and drew shapes in the air with his fingers. "You know, you could always give up and I might tell you. I mean after all, it's not like I'm all that mean. But if you want to keep going, here's a fairly obvious clue." He sat up and leaned in close. "It had to do with another reason you were cuddling up to me besides 'helping you sleep well'. He leaned back into a sitting position and took out his small box of cedar toothpicks. "By the way, did I ever say anything back when you were talking to me in my sleep?" He asked jokingly. He jammed one of the tiny wooden spikes in between his front teeth with a grin and let it smolder, the sweet smelling smoke blowing back into his face.