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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