Christian
Ivanna looks at me with her big blue eyes and rubbed my cheek with her thumbs softly.
"Are you tired?"
"I was, not anymore." I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair caressing each strand of her hair.
"You should sleep now"
"I want to look at you," I mutter.
She says nothing and looks down at my chest. Her fingers crawl over my skin as if she's outlining each detail of me.
"Where were you?" She asks in a low tone.
"I had been to Washington. There was some pending work"
"You didn't sleep at all?"
"No"
"Why?"
"Because I would dream of you"
"You didn't want to see me in your dreams either?"
Her disappointed eyes come on mine and I smile at the overloaded cuteness buried in my arms.
"You're the best view I can have," I tell her.
"Don't be so cheesy, you already
