"Dreams don't say they're dreams," she whispered, laying her head against his shoulder but shaking it as if in utter denial.
She wanted to be close, she really did. But she was just so scared of the things that went bump in the night. She had her reasons, she had her nightmares, and to entirely honest, she wasn't very fond of dreaming because it usually led to something dark and altogether frightening.
"How do you know my name? How do you-- Why are you--"
His pull was strong, but Alex's fear kept putting up the fight she herself was no longer capable of. That, and tiredness prompted her to say the first desperate thing that came to her mind.