Nolan POV
She fell asleep last night and mumbled his name. Who the hell is this guy? I feel her uncomfortableness in the air when I mention his name, catching her off guard.
"How do you know that name?" She doesn't answer my question.
"You said it in your sleep." I keep my eyes on her to read her body language, studying to see if she gives anything away, but she is meticulous. She ignores my question, so I continue to stare her down.
She turns away to face forward and lets out a small sigh. When I am sure she isn't budging, I start the car again.
"Who is he?" I finally ask as I drive us towards my place. No answer back. "Alex."
"No one." Her somber voice warns me to not question further, but to hell with that. I need some f*****g answers from her. She has seen our whole place, met
