"Oh god, I am so tired!" Leandra stretched on her new couch in the condominium she and Chance had just purchased together.
"Do you want me to make you tea?"
She nodded her head at her incredible husband, Chance Madoc, the golden boy of Broadway, as he walked into the living room from their brand spanking new state-of-the-art kitchen with two plates of the most amazing sushi and sashimi Leandra had ever tasted in his hands.
"You ordered my favorite!" She exclaimed not at all surprised by his thoughtfulness. Chance was always surprising her like this.
"I did," he smiled and dropped a kiss on her lips, "and I made some green tea to go with it, let me grab our mugs from inside."
She sighed and settled down on one of the round cushions she'd ordered precisely for this reason. Their late-n
