The stars were absolutely breathtaking overhead. The ceiling seemed to melt away before their eyes and revealed the heavens above. Jo gasped as moonlight filled the room and the florescent lights flicked off. Then she was in his arms. They swayed back and forth to the music that he had summoned with his power and Jo couldn't help but grin. She loved his man, and by some strange twist of fate, he seemed to love her too. Her head dropped to his chest and she listened to the strange rhythmic beat of his heart.
"You can have all the dances that your little heart desires," she whispered and nuzzled her nose against the soft fabric of his shirt. Taking a deep breath, she breathed in the smell of him. Soap, cologne, and masculine Leon. His broad shoulders flexed as he pushed her back and spun her in a slow circle, dipping her low as the music continued. She could not think of a better memory. Even in her wildest dreams, she would never have fathomed that she would be here tonight dancing under the stars with the god of wishes.
A thought flitted through her mind. "Who granted my wishes before I met you? I know you are the only one that does now. You're the only one that I want to," she added quietly and bit her lip. "Did you ever see me in your reflective pool?" Jo closed her eyes as several memories can to mind. Memories of her wishing that the pain would go away. Wishing that she had never met the sleezeball that she moved out west for. Wishing that she could have a family. Out of all the wishes that she had wished over the last few years, she wondered who granted them?
A small tear escaped her eye as she tried to force the memories away. She didn't want to be alone like she was before. When the jerk had left her stranded in the hotel parking lot with nothing but her backpack, claiming to never have loved her in the first place. She was 'just a good lay' to him.
Her head tilted back and she stared up into Leon's golden eyes. He would leave her to go back to heaven. Would he actually come back for her? Would she truly be enough? Jo hoped and prayed and wished that were the truth. That she was enough to keep him with her. "Leon," she whispered, his name a breath. "I love you." She blinked up at him with a small smile.